Chapter 12, Chapter 101: "Congratulations, Mr. He..."
Have you told your family about our marriage registration?
After Cheng Jiamo asked the question, her heart started beating faster, pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
She had always known that He Qingzhao's identity was extraordinary; he was undoubtedly the son of a high-ranking official and one of the top noble young men in Beijing.
Back in Thailand, when he went to worship Buddha, even important members of the royal family accompanied him and treated him with great respect, which shows how illustrious his background was.
During the three years they dated, she never asked He Qingzhao about his family background. She only heard some things from other people and knew that his grandfather was very powerful. He had carried a Hanyang rifle and fought against the Japanese. In the past, he would have been a founding general who made great contributions to the country. He was a typical descendant of a famous family.
She didn't ask before because she knew that there would be no future for her and He Qingzhao.
However, now that they have obtained their marriage certificate and are officially husband and wife, she feels it would be inappropriate not to ask.
He Qingzhao's eyes could see right through people. He smiled and patted Cheng Jiamo's head, his voice low and gentle: "Marriage is between you and me. Apart from needing your consent, I don't need to tell anyone else."
Cheng Jiamo asked softly, "Don't your parents need to tell you either?"
He Qingzhao said with a gentle smile, "No need."
Cheng Jiamo then asked, "Should I go to your house to meet your parents?"
He Qingzhao: "No rush, let's go back after we finish taking our wedding photos."
Cheng Jiamo blushed: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm just afraid..."
He Qingzhao pressed her head onto his shoulder: "Don't be afraid, Momo. You're with me. As long as I live, I will protect you for the rest of your life."
Cheng Jiamo was amused: "Then you must live to be a hundred years old and protect me for a hundred years without harm."
He Qingzhao kissed her forehead: "Not just a hundred years, I want to live for ten thousand years, to be your husband for ten thousand years, and to love you for ten thousand years."
Cheng Jiamo burst out laughing, her eyes welling up with tears.
She simply lay down, turned her face, and nestled on He Qingzhao's lap.
Warm breath sprayed between He Qingzhao's legs, He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently stroked her soft head with his large hand: "Wife, get up, don't provoke me."
Cheng Jiamo not only didn't raise her head, but buried her face even lower.
He Qingzhao let out a low, hoarse groan, and the large hand covering the back of her head unconsciously tightened.
Cheng Jiamo felt so suffocated she could barely breathe. She hurriedly struggled to lift her head and slapped his leg: "Are you trying to suffocate me?"
He Qingzhao leaned back in his seat, a lazy smile playing on his lips: "I told you not to provoke me, but you wouldn't listen."
Cheng Jiamo retorted, "I can sue you, but you can't force me to."
He Qingzhao's eyes were full of affection, and his smile was more captivating than the wind and moon: "My wife is so unreasonable."
Cheng Jiamo was charmed by him, her heart suddenly racing, and she couldn't help but act coquettishly towards him: "You're just being unreasonable, you're just being unreasonable."
As she spoke, she pinched his leg, her eyes piercing him like hooks.
He Qingzhao was no match for her and quickly grabbed her hand, saying, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, please have mercy, my wife."
Cheng Jiamo smiled, biting her lip, gave him a flirtatious wink, and leaned against him again.
He Qingzhao felt a tickle in his heart from her charm, so he wrapped his large arm around her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
He kissed her urgently and fiercely, forcefully prying open her lips and teeth, swirling them together in her mouth like a storm.
Cheng Jiamo's body went weak from the kiss, and she had trouble breathing. She pushed him away with her hands.
He Qingzhao stepped back, gently stroking her luscious lips with his thumb, and said breathlessly, "It's hot, let's go swimming in a bit."
He no longer asks her "Is it okay?" like he used to. He used to ask "How about going swimming?" Now he just tells her what he wants to do.
Cheng Jiamo glared at him, not wanting to expose him.
He didn't want to swim; he clearly wanted to fool around in the pool.
The phone was still ringing. Cheng Jiamo couldn't stand it anymore and picked up her phone to check the message.
Ding Qiaoqiao, Zhang Wenqian, Xia Mei, Li Zhuyue, Teacher Zhang, Qi Kangyu, and other close classmates, friends, and colleagues all sent her messages.
Then, several groups—university groups, high school groups, elementary school groups, colleague groups, class groups at Quanshui Middle School, and meal buddy groups—all showed unread messages.
Cheng Jiamo clicked on each one to read, and then replied to each one.
After replying to the message, Cheng Jiamo opened her WeChat Moments and was surprised to see the likes and comments.
The post received over 180 likes, half of which came from students' parents, and over 70 comments, all wishing the newlyweds a happy marriage and congratulations.
Cheng Jiamo didn't reply to each person individually anymore, but directly replied to everyone in the comments section: Thank you everyone.
After finishing processing the messages, Cheng Jiamo turned to look at He Qingzhao, only to find that he hadn't even picked up his phone, and was looking at her with a lazy yet gentle smile.
"Don't you check your messages?" Cheng Jiamo asked him.
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms: "My wife looks so beautiful when she's replying to messages so earnestly."
Cheng Jiamo felt a sweet warmth in her heart from his praise, and she couldn't help but smile.
She suppressed a laugh and patted his chest: "Look at your phone, there must be a lot of people sending you messages to wish you well. It would be impolite not to reply."
He Qingzhao handed her the phone: "Wife, answer for me."
Cheng Jiamo pushed his hand away: "Go back yourself."
He Qingzhao put down his phone, looking rather lazy: "Then I won't reply."
Cheng Jiamo picked up his phone: "Okay, I'll call you back." She asked, "What's the password?"
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow: "You don't know my phone password?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I don't know."
He Qingzhao's lips curled slightly: "It's always your birthday, I thought you knew."
Cheng Jiamo's heart was struck, her heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be tough and said, "You didn't say, how would I know?"
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "On the day I asked you your birthday, I changed all my passwords to your birthday, including my bank card passwords."
Cheng Jiamo said jokingly, "Oh, then you'd better watch out. If you ever make me angry, I'll take all your money and run away with it!"
He Qingzhao hugged her, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Okay, but remember to take me with you when you leave."
Cheng Jiamo unlocked He Qingzhao's phone and saw the string of unread red dots. She scrolled down for a long time without reaching the end, and suddenly she understood why He Qingzhao didn't want to reply to her messages.
She opened her WeChat Moments and was so shocked she gasped.
It received over three thousand likes and over a thousand comments, all saying "Congratulations, Mr. He, happy marriage!"
Cheng Jiamo asked, "Do you have this many people on your private account?"
He Qingzhao: "It's pointless to announce our marriage using a private account."
Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise, "You're using a work ID?"
He Qingzhao: "Of course."
Cheng Jiamo asked again, "Don't you have several work accounts? Did you only send this one, or did you send them all?"
He Qingzhao: "They've all been sent out. The assistant sent out the others."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao: "Oh, and Jingkun's official Weibo account too."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao found her stunned and surprised expression incredibly adorable, so adorable that it melted his heart.
He smiled and touched her face: "Chairman Jingkun's wedding can't be done secretly."
Summer sunlight streamed through the car windows, making the interior appear as if it were shimmering with shards of gold.
Cheng Jiamo looked at He Qingzhao, who was enveloped in golden light. His model-like face, which was as cold and aloof as jade, was unbelievably handsome in the light and shadow, as if he had stepped out of a two-dimensional painting.
She was so engrossed in watching it that she lost herself in it.
He Qingzhao leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Wife, don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
Cheng Jiamo snapped out of her daze, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed. She turned her head to look out the window, her face flushed.
Outside the car window, glimpses of light and shadow flashed by, and the street scene receded rapidly.
Cheng Jiamo calmed down; the turbulent emotions subsided, leaving behind a sense of warmth and tenderness.
She leaned back and rested against He Qingzhao again.
He Qingzhao hugged her: "We still have a long way to go, go to sleep."
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Cheng Jiamo woke up in He Qingzhao's arms, being carried by him along a graceful path.
"Where is this?" she asked, then patted He Qingzhao's arm. "Put me down."
He Qingzhao didn't let go, but continued walking forward with her in his arms, replying, "Jin Gang Resort."
Upon entering the hall, He Qingzhao placed her on the sofa.
Cheng Jiamo rubbed her sore arms and stood up to stretch her stiff legs.
He Qingzhao took the room key from the front desk, and led Cheng Jiamo by the hand to the private elevator next to it.
The presidential suite on the top floor features a swimming pool and garden, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the vast blue ocean.
Cheng Jiamo sat down on the leather sofa by the swimming pool, turned to him, and asked, "Did you used to come here often?"
Anyway, this was her first time here; He Qingzhao had never brought her here before.
He Qingzhao hugged her from behind, rubbing his chin against her head: "This resort was built after you left. I don't come here often. I come here occasionally with friends or business partners, but I don't stay overnight. I just have a meal, play golf, or go for a boat trip. I might rest here for a while at noon."
Cheng Jiamo pointed with her index finger, and asked with a smile, "So, how much does it cost for other people to use the swimming pool here?"
He Qingzhao gently bit her neck: "Are you trying to trick me into talking?"
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away, her watery, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with a seemingly drunken gaze: "Alright, then I'll just ask directly, how many people have you brought before?"
He Qingzhao suppressed the upward curve of his lips: "I always come alone, but I leave behind hundreds of millions of people."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant. Her face suddenly burned, and she raised her hand to hit him.
"He Qingzhao, you really are!"
This old man looks like a saint with his face, but when he opens his mouth he's as lewd as a demon!
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and laughed, his chest shaking with laughter.
Cheng Jiamo's ears turned red as she listened to his sweet and flirtatious laughter. She pushed him away forcefully, saying, "Get away from me!"
He Qingzhao braced himself on the sofa with both hands, exerted force with his arms, and suddenly lifted his legs, leaping over the back of the sofa and landing on it.
Cheng Jiamo stared wide-eyed in surprise, then felt a wave of fear. She slapped his arm hard, saying, "He Qingzhao, how old are you? Why are you acting like a teenager or a young man in his twenties, doing all sorts of dangerous things? What if you break your leg or strain your back?"
She was truly exasperated with He Qingzhao; how come she hadn't noticed how unruly he was before?
He used to always appear refined and elegant, a noble young man of impeccable character in front of her. She had never even seen him exercise. He would always get up very early in the morning to exercise, and when he appeared in front of her after his workout, he would be dressed neatly, his white shirt buttoned up perfectly.
Moreover, he often resembles an old monk who has seen through the vanities of the world, sitting quietly in a recliner watching the clouds drift by.
Now thirty-eight years old, He Qingzhao seems to have become a child again, possessing the vigor and unruliness of a teenager.
But he was no longer a boy; his body was no longer capable of doing such dangerous things.
Hearing Cheng Jiamo's reproachful words, He Qingzhao laughed loudly, bent over and buried himself in her arms, nuzzling against her like a big dog.
He chuckled and nudged her, cooing in a lazy tone, "My wife is so fierce."
Cheng Jiamo's heart softened, and she lost her temper after being teased by him. She raised her hand and gently stroked his head: "He Qingzhao, you are not allowed to do this again. I mean it. What will I do if you fall and hurt your arm or leg?"
He Qingzhao smiled and hugged her: "No, how could I bear to let you marry a disabled man?"
Cheng Jiamo felt a lump in her throat: "You're still the same as before, so gentle and refined, lying around watching the blue sky and white clouds, watching the sunrise and sunset."
He Qingzhao rolled over and lay on her lap, took her hand and placed it on her face, looking at her with a smile: "I don't want our child to treat me like a grandfather after our child is born, and I don't want others to mistakenly think you are my daughter."
Cheng Jiamo was both amused and annoyed. She pinched his high nose and said, "You're talking nonsense. How could you possibly be mistaken for the child's grandfather? You're not old. When I was nineteen, I was with you and no one mistook me for him. It's even less likely now."
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "A person's age changes with their state of mind. If your heart grows old, your appearance will also age. After you left, I aged instantly."
He raised his hand to stroke Cheng Jiamo's still fair and smooth face: "Momo, I'm old now, but you're still the same as before, still like a girl in her early twenties."
He said these words with a smile, his eyes crinkling with deep creases.
He held Cheng Jiamo's fingers, touching the corners of her eyes where the years had etched their marks, and said with a smile, "See? Momo, you're still young, but I'm not young anymore."
Cheng Jiamo lowered her head and kissed the corner of his eye, then gently stroked it with her fingers, her voice choked with emotion as she said, "I will grow old too, He Qingzhao. One day I will grow old too. When you are fifty and I am forty-two, we will be the same."
"No." He Qingzhao wiped away her tears. "I don't want you to age so quickly. I hope my little girl can age more slowly, much more slowly, so that I can accompany you through the remaining eight years."
Cheng Jiamo burst into tears, lowered her head, and faced He Qingzhao, her tears streaming down his face.
Warm tears fell onto He Qingzhao's lips. He Qingzhao licked them and said with a smile, "Wife, don't cry. If you keep crying, I won't die of old age before your tears kill me."
Cheng Jiamo opened her mouth and bit his lip, eagerly squeezing in and stirring it haphazardly in his mouth.
He Qingzhao hugged her waist and suddenly jumped into the pool.
Cheng Jiamo screamed in fright: "Ah!"
He Qingzhao grabbed the collar of the shirt with both hands and pulled it outwards with great force. Half of the shirt buttons were pulled off, some falling into the pool and some crashing onto the floor outside the pool. The buttons that were not pulled off also came out of their buttonholes.
His white shirt was open, revealing a muscular chest and a pair of eight-pack abs bursting with hormones.
Although the two are now a real couple and have long since done what couples do, Cheng Jiamo still blushes and her heart races every time she sees him showing off his physique.
Especially now that they're in the water, her wet body looks even more alluring, making her mouth dry and her heart pound like a drum.
He Qingzhao wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other behind her head, arching his broad, muscular back and asking in a low, husky voice, "Will you take it off yourself or should I help you?"
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips and remained silent, too embarrassed to answer.
He Qingzhao chuckled: "I'll help you."
Cheng Jiamo's white dress had buttons, with a row of pearl buttons down to her waist. Once the buttons were undone, she could easily take it off with a push of her foot.
He Qingzhao lowered his head and bit the first button under her neck, pulling hard to bite it off.
With a "pfft," he spat out the button he had bitten off.
Then came the second one, and then the third one.
After biting off all the buttons, He Qingzhao didn't raise her head; instead, she submerged it in the water.
Cheng Jiamo thought of the episode about the spider demon from Journey to the West that she watched when she was a child.
After the seven spider demons captured Tang Sanzang, they happily went to bathe in the river. Sun Wukong then tricked Zhu Bajie into going to catch the demons.
When Pigsy saw this at the riverbank, he jumped in hastily and transformed into a fish, burrowing into the leg of one of the spider demons.
The scene before her eyes overlapped with the scene she had witnessed of Pigsy teasing the Spider Demon.
Cheng Jiamo then transformed into a "spider demon," pushing He Qingzhao's head into the water while saying, "You fat-headed, big-eared monk, I'll drown you."
He Qingzhao choked on the water, abruptly lifting his head from the water and coughing rapidly a few times: "Cough, cough cough..."
Cheng Jiamo burst into loud laughter, her laughter shaking her head.
He Qingzhao stopped coughing, and looking at the trembling scene in front of him, he felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and his nose was about to bleed.
He pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and bit her, looking at her intently: "Who's the fat one?"
Cheng Jiamo dared not say anything more; she pursed her lips and remained silent.
He Qingzhao, however, refused to let her go, pinning her against the pool wall and pressing her down: "Tell me, who is fat and big-eared?"
Cheng Jiamo pushed him away, saying, "I was talking about Zhu Bajie, not you."
He Qingzhao stroked her neck with his large hand: "But you just pressed my head."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him and pouted, "Who told you to act like Pigsy, diving into the water like that?"
He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes: "What?"
Cheng Jiamo: "Haven't you read Journey to the West?"
He Qingzhao: "I've read the book, but I haven't watched the TV series."
He didn't watch TV as a child because Zhong Jin wouldn't let him. By the time he was free to do as he pleased, he had lost the desire to watch TV.
Cheng Jiamo touched his wet head and said with heartache, "My poor husband didn't have a TV when he was a child. It's okay, I'll allow you to watch TV for two hours every day from now on."
He Qingzhao was amused by her: "Let's watch it now, you watch it with me."
He turned on the TV and found the old version of Journey to the West, specifically the episode about the Spider Demon.
The two were still in the pool, their clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor outside the pool.
He Qingzhao sat on the steps of the pool, and Cheng Jiamo sat in his lap, her back against his chest, as they relived classic TV dramas together.
When He Qingzhao saw Pigsy turn into a fish and swim around in the water, eventually swimming between the spider demon's legs, he burst out laughing.
Cheng Jiamo patted his knee: "Watch carefully, don't laugh."
He Qingzhao lowered his head and bit Cheng Jiamo's ear: "No wonder you pushed me into the water, my wife was thinking... I understand."
Snap!
Cheng Jiamo slapped the back of his hand: "What do you know? I didn't think that way."
He Qingzhao kissed her ear, his laughter light and cheerful: "You know what I mean?"
Cheng Jiamo knew exactly what he was thinking, but she deliberately said the opposite: "You want to drink the swimming pool water!"
He Qingzhao bluntly stated, "It's not pool water." He bit her ear again and whispered in her ear, "It's my wife's."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him and said, "He Qingzhao, you've become so unhygienic."
He Qingzhao laughed: "Didn't I used to be like this?" He lowered his head and nibbled on her fair neck, his voice low and husky as he said, "I used to love drinking too..."
Cheng Jiamo didn't give him a chance to speak, turning around and covering his mouth with her hand: "Don't say it."
He Qingzhao bit her finger, but Cheng Jiamo suddenly pulled her hand away and plunged into the water, swimming nimbly with her arms swinging.
He Qingzhao stood up, raised his hands above his head and did a few stretches, then turned his back.
Thump—
He Qingzhao lay on his back, turned away from the sky, and began swimming on his back.
Halfway through the swim, he reached out and pulled Cheng Jiamo to his side, then wrapped his arms around her waist and placed her on his body.
Cheng Jiamo was so frightened that she jumped up and down, saying, "He Qingzhao, let go of me, or I'll choke on the water."
He Qingzhao said, "Lie on me, let me see if I can carry you while swimming."
Cheng Jiamo struggled to get down: "Let's each go our own way, don't cause any trouble."
He Qingzhao said with a smile, "Let's try out a new swimming style."
Cheng Jiamo stopped struggling, lay on top of her, and splashed water with her hands.
The two of them swam together, one on top of the other, and they actually started swimming!
However, as she swam, Cheng Jiamo could no longer maintain that swimming style, and she wanted to turn over again.
He Qingzhao wouldn't let her leave. He gripped her waist tightly with his large hand and said in a deep voice, "Put it in."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao: "Wife, we're newlyweds today, have pity on your husband."
Cheng Jiamo bit his shoulder, finally giving in to his wish.
After swimming two laps, He Qingzhao picked her up and walked to the edge of the pool, but instead of getting out, he simply had her turn her back to him.
The sound of rushing water filled the room, splashing water and wetting the floor.
It was not advisable to stay in the water for long, so He Qingzhao carried her out of the water after a while and stood directly in front of the French windows.
Cheng Jiamo screamed in fright, "No! He Qingzhao, don't do this here!"
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he said breathlessly, "Don't be afraid, this is one-way glass, so people outside can't see what's going on inside."
Cheng Jiamo said in a trembling voice, "I...I'm afraid of heights."
He Qingzhao whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm holding you. Even if we fall, I'll be there to cushion your fall."
Cheng Jiamo retorted, "What do you mean you're at the bottom? I'm clearly at the bottom for you, how come you're behind me..."
She stopped talking towards the end.
He Qingzhao laughed out loud: "Then how about you take your place on top?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I don't want to."
A loud snap—
He Qingzhao gently slapped her: "Baby, you can't be lazy. You promised to do thirty squats every day, and you haven't done today's yet."
Cheng Jiaming: "He Qingzhao, you actually hit me?"
He Qingzhao slapped him again: "Lazy kids deserve a beating."
Cheng Jiamo was so angry that she turned her head and bit his arm, deliberately tensing her body.
He Qingzhao braced himself against the glass window with one hand, tightened his jaw, and bit her shoulder with a muffled groan.
He slapped me again, his voice hoarse, and said, "Double the bites if you bite again, do sixty."
Cheng Jiamo shouted, "No, I won't do it! I've already exercised by swimming, I'm not doing squats today."
He Qingzhao chuckled: "If you won't do squats, then we'll increase the number of repetitions."
In this matter, Cheng Jiamo couldn't persuade him otherwise, and in the end she chose to do squats, but after some bargaining, they settled on eighteen.
Thirty is too many; once she finishes them, she won't need to leave the house tomorrow.
However, Cheng Jiamo was not satisfied with just her doing squats, so she made a demand: "I've never seen you do push-ups before. Do a hundred push-ups for me in a bit! Fifty with both hands and fifty with one hand!"
He Qingzhao paused for a moment, then laughed happily, "Okay!"
Cheng Jiamo didn't understand what he was happy about at first, until he did push-ups...
That jerk, he's such a scoundrel!
Cheng Jiamo looked at his smug, infuriating smile and bit him again.
He Qingzhao kissed her while doing push-ups, doing them one after another. He started with one hand, doing 25 push-ups with his left hand and 25 with his right hand, then switched to both hands, and continued doing 100 push-ups in a row.
He wasn't exhausted, but Cheng Jiamo was so tired she could hardly breathe.
After finishing one hundred, He Qingzhao stopped, panting heavily, and asked, "How many are there now?"
Cheng Jiamo felt as if she had done a hundred, and took a long breath: "A hundred, exactly a hundred."
"Really?" He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow. "I feel like we're still short fifty."
"No, no, no!" Cheng Jiamo quickly pressed against his chest. "You've already done a hundred push-ups! Not a single one!"
He Qingzhao leaned down and kissed her lips: "But I want to make another hundred."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
When it was Cheng Jiamo's turn to squat, she felt like she only had half a life left. Her legs were shaking so badly that she couldn't squat down at all, and when she managed to squat down, she couldn't straighten her back.
"I...I really can't." Cheng Jiamo pressed her hands against He Qingzhao's waist. "Honey, can we do it tomorrow?"
He Qingzhao touched her face helplessly: "Turn around."
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Cheng Jiamo always ate while lying on the sofa, with He Qingzhao squatting beside her to feed her.
She felt as if she had participated in several Ironman events, completely exhausted, with her muscles and bones aching and weak all over.
After finishing her meal, Cheng Jiamo rinsed her mouth briefly.
He Qingzhao held a basin to catch her mouthwash, then carried her to the bed.
Cheng Jiamo fell asleep very quickly and was fast asleep.
He Qingzhao cleaned up the mess, took a shower, lay down next to her, hugged her and kissed her, and finally held her and went to sleep together.
When Cheng Jiamo woke up, it was already dark, and thousands of lights were shining outside her window.
She turned around and saw that He Qingzhao still had his eyes closed.
After He Qingzhao fell asleep, her long, thick eyelashes drooped down, like a thick little brush.
Cheng Jiamo rarely saw him asleep, because He Qingzhao usually woke up first.
It seems he's exhausted this time too.
Thinking of the scene of the two of them fooling around during the day, Cheng Jiamo's face couldn't help but burn, and even her breathing became rapid.
She was very afraid that He Qingzhao's unrestrained behavior would ruin his health. What if he overexerted himself too early and then couldn't take it anymore?
Although she could accept a sexless marriage, she was afraid that He Qingzhao would get angry with her because of it.
Men are most concerned about their image in this kind of matter.
Most men would rather be told they're ugly than be told they're incompetent.
She decided to have a serious talk with He Qingzhao and to live a regular life from now on, whether it's diet or sex, she needed to be disciplined and not indulge in anything.
While she was lost in her own thoughts, she was unaware that He Qingzhao had already opened his eyes.
He Qingzhao was already awake when she turned around, but she didn't open her eyes immediately.
Seeing Cheng Jiaming's serious expression, He Qingzhao gently stroked her rosy lips with his thumb: "What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Jiamo came to her senses and then expressed her thoughts.
He Qingzhao's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed out loud: "Worried that I'm not going to make it?"
Cheng Jiamo snuggled closer to him: "He Qingzhao, I'm serious. I'm scared of you doing this. I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself."
He Qingzhao patted her head and kissed her cheek: "Baby, after you get pregnant, I'm going to abstain from sex for ten months. Besides, you're ovulating today."
Cheng Jiamo didn't even realize what phase she was in, and lifted her head from his embrace: "You remember it very clearly."
He Qingzhao laughed: "I didn't deliberately remember, it's just that you've been like this these past few days..."
He smiled meaningfully, but didn't say anything more.
Cheng Jiamo pressed, "What? Don't just say half of what you mean."
He Qingzhao pressed her head into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Every time you're in this period, if I touch you even slightly, it becomes an overflowing mess."
Cheng Jiamo opened her mouth and bit his Adam's apple, clearly feeling his protruding Adam's apple roll slightly.
He Qingzhao took a deep breath and gently patted her back: "Let's do it tonight, let your husband rest a little longer."
Cheng Jiamo pushed him away in embarrassment and anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't mean it!"
He Qingzhao sat up and pulled her up as well.
The two got dressed and went out to eat.
The restaurant is in another building, a beautiful glass conservatory, still by the sea, where you can go directly to the beach by opening the balcony.
A classic French meal, with a long mahogany table covered with a red velvet tablecloth, on which sits an exquisite and elaborate candlestick with red candles that smell of roses, and a rose-purple vase with a bunch of red roses.
When Cheng Jiamo saw the rose-purple vase used for the flower arrangement, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Who uses an antique to display flowers when having a meal at a restaurant?"
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow and praised with a smile, "My wife is truly knowledgeable and talented; she can tell at a glance that this is an antique."
Cheng Jiamo rested her chin on one hand and placed the other on the table, tracing circles on the velvet surface with her index finger: "If I were eating with someone else, I might not think this is an antique, but with you, without asking, a rose-purple vase like this must be Jun porcelain, because you are He Qingzhao."
He Qingzhao took her hand as she drew circles and replied with a smile, "Even a fortune of a thousand pieces of gold cannot compare to a single piece of Jun porcelain. Today is the first day we are legally married, which is of great significance, so of course I want to give you the best."
Cheng Jiamo felt the candlelight shining into her eyes, making them feel hot.
He looked at He Qingzhao and saw the firelight flickering in his deep eyes, as if thousands of bright peach blossoms were dancing in the air.
He Qingzhao raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of her eye: "Don't cry, or your makeup will smudge."
Cheng Jiamo laughed through her tears: "Then redo it for me. Since you did it yourself, just give me a pure and alluring look later."
He Qingzhao smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "No need for makeup, you're already alluring enough. You've made me lose my appetite and only want to eat you."
Cheng Jiamo kicked his leg under the table: "He Qingzhao, who taught you to spout such dirty talk?"
He Qingzhao: "A true man's nature."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and leaned on the table. He Qingzhao reached out and blocked her head, saying, "Be careful of your head."
He was afraid the candle would fall and hit her on the head.
Beautiful cello music filled the greenhouse as waiters pushed in a food cart, bringing out the exquisite Western dishes one by one.
After finishing her meal, Cheng Jiamo pushed open the glass door to the balcony and went to the beach.
The evening breeze was cool by the sea, and the moonlight was bright and clear.
Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon is very round and bright, like a large silver plate hanging far away on the deep blue sea.
As Cheng Jiamo walked on the soft sand, she suddenly remembered Runtu, a character she had learned about in elementary school, mainly recalling the scenes described in the text.
A deep blue sky, a golden full moon, sandy ground, emerald green watermelons, a peaceful and beautiful summer night.
He Qingzhao walked to her side, looked at her adorable expression as she stared blankly at the night sky, and gently touched her face with the back of his hand.
"Why are you spacing out again? What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Jiamo snapped out of her thoughts and said with a smile, "I had never seen the sea before I was thirteen, because neither Lucheng nor Qucheng is near the sea. But when I was little, I read Runtu, which described the seaside, the deep blue sky, the golden moon, and the green watermelons. I thought the scene was so beautiful. Later, I even fantasized about picking up seashells and digging for treasure on the beach, but then I went to Thailand."
At this point, she forced a smile and looked down at the beach.
"Later, I went to Thailand and saw the sea. I also picked up seashells on the beach, but I didn't find the seaside beautiful at all. At that time, I missed the moon over Lucheng and the little river in Lucheng filled with willow catkins."
“But today,” she looked up, smiling at He Qingzhao, “I feel like the beautiful scenes described in the textbook have come to life. The night sky is so blue and beautiful tonight, the moon is so round and lovely, and you…”
He Qingzhao's breathing became tense; he was more nervous than ever before, and his heart was pounding.
He feigned composure, put one hand in his pocket, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a casual smile, "What's wrong with me today?"
Cheng Jiamo was like a skilled storyteller, deliberately stopping at a crucial point to keep the audience on the edge of their seats. Just when the audience was eagerly anticipating the next episode, she suddenly changed the subject and said, "To be continued."
She paused when she said "you today," then looked at He Qingzhao with a gentle smile.
He Qingzhao felt a tickling sensation in his heart as she stared at him, and he desperately wanted to know what she wanted to say.
Cheng Jiamo whetted his appetite before continuing, "You look especially handsome and charming today." She then stretched out her arms and said, "Honey, hug me."
He Qingzhao put one arm around her and lifted her up in his arms, while slapping her on the buttocks with his other hand. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made a sound.
Cheng Jiamo also hit him: "He Qingzhao, you're so mean today, you keep hitting me, you've hit me so many times already."
He Qingzhao hit her again, his voice already hoarse: "Baby, this is for romance."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him: "Bullshit, you just want to take this opportunity to hit me, you bad guy."
He Qingzhao hugged her tightly and they ran on the beach.
The sea breeze made Cheng Jiamo's long hair fly wildly. She hugged He Qingzhao's neck tightly with both hands and shouted loudly, "Ah!"
He Qingzhao carried her to the beach and stopped, shouting loudly at the sea, "Cheng Jiamo, I love you!"
Cheng Jiamo ruffled his hair: "Don't call me by my name. If you do, everyone will know what my name is."
He Qingzhao changed his words again: "Wife, I love you!"
Cheng Jiamo: "You already called out, and everyone recognized your voice, so they know."
He Qingzhao lifted her up a bit: "Who is this 'other person'? Why is he so nosy? Your man is excited today and wants to shout!"
Hearing his nonchalant words, Cheng Jiamo patted his shoulder and said, "Put me down and call me yourself."
He Qingzhao wouldn't let go, holding her tightly and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Cheng Jiamo, I love you."
So tonight, the name "Cheng Jiamo" once again became a trending topic.
Zhong Qi and his entourage, still indulging in a life of luxury at a club in northern Beijing, stumbled upon a trending topic on social media.
Zhong Qi laughed and cursed, "Damn, Young Master He has completely lost all shame."
Zhao Yue quickly urged, "Brother Zhong, call him right away and tell him to treat us to dinner. What kind of wedding doesn't involve a banquet?"
Zhong Qi spat at him: "Get lost, I'm not going to go looking for a beating. That old guy is currently cuddling with his wife, I'd risk my life to disturb him."
Everyone laughed, and no one called He Qingzhao.
When they saw He Qingzhao's post on WeChat Moments this morning, they simply sent a message saying "Congratulations" and gave it a like.
No one would be so tactless as to call him and ask him to treat them to a meal at this time.
Anyway, we'll invite them when we have the wedding.
The two did not stay in the manor's suite that night. Instead, He Qingzhao took Cheng Jiamo on a cruise ship for a night cruise on the sea. When they got tired, they slept directly on the cruise ship.
The next morning, the two went ashore and took a car back to northern Beijing.
In the afternoon, Cheng Jiamo went to Zhang Wenqian's house. He Qingzhao did not go in with her but waited for her in the car.
The couple spent the next two months preparing for their wedding.
He Qingzhao was the main one making the preparations; Cheng Jiamo only tried on a few wedding dresses.
In mid-July, the weather in northern Beijing turned extremely hot. He Qingzhao took Cheng Jiamo to Northern Europe to escape the heat and take wedding photos.
After shooting for a week straight, Cheng Jiamo was starting to feel overwhelmed. Taking a break, she asked He Qingzhao, "Are all the wedding photos being taken in Northern Europe?"
After asking, she added, "Actually, I want to take some wedding photos with Chinese elements, like Hanfu."
He Qingzhao laughed: "It's hot now. Wait until we get back and it cools down a bit in September before you worry. Han and Tang styles, you can choose whichever you like."
Cheng Jiamo counted on her fingers: "Not just Han and Tang dynasties, I also want to film some chivalrous style movies. You wear black chivalrous clothes, and I wear white ones, black and white chivalrous duo, just thinking about it is so cool!" She added, "And the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Eastern Depot..."
Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao hurriedly interrupted her: "Wife, forget about the Eastern Depot. Your husband's thing is still around. Wearing eunuch clothes is unlucky."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "Then you wear the Embroidered Uniform Guard's clothes, and I'll wear the Eastern Depot's clothes."
He Qingzhao took a breath: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard and eunuchs are not suitable." She added, "I don't like to use back channels."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
Cheng Jiamo's face flushed, and she kicked him again: "Your head is full of lewd nonsense."
He Qingzhao didn't dodge, letting her kick him as she did; he was used to it. After she finished kicking, he grabbed her ankle and massaged her foot.
During the time the two were taking wedding photos, Cheng Jiamo always wore high heels that were nearly 10 centimeters high. She had no choice because the height difference was too great. If she didn't wear high heels, she wouldn't look good standing next to He Qingzhao, and the photos wouldn't turn out as well.
Although everyone talks about the cutest height difference, in wedding photos, a large height difference between the man and woman can actually look very uncoordinated.
Cheng Jiamo doesn't wear high heels much in her daily life. During the three years she taught, she always wore flat sneakers.
After wearing them for the past few days, she felt like her feet were going to give out.
He Qingzhao massaged her feet, kneading her fair and delicate feet, and said calmly, "If you really want to do that, I can try to use the back door."
"He Qingzhao!" Cheng Jiamo tried to kick him again.
He Qingzhao grabbed her ankle and pulled her into his arms, looking at her with a deep smile: "How about we try it tonight?"
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