Chapter 75 "I love you too."
The next day, Jiang Yao opened his eyes with back pain, and looked at Duan Zhuxian's sleeping face for a while in the dim morning light outside the window.
It was still the same face that made people's hearts beat again and again, with superior bone structure and sexy skin, but Jiang Yao always felt that something was different.
Whether it was the light breathing or the expression in his sleep, there seemed to be an unprecedented laziness and relaxation, like a traveler returning home after trekking through thousands of miles, finally letting go of the long anxiety and falling asleep soundly.
In Jiang Yao's impression, Duan Zhuxian had never slept so soundly before, and even his repeated probing of the outline of his thin lips with his fingertips couldn't wake him up.
In fact, when it comes to physical communication, Duan Zhuxian has always been much more tired than him.
After last night's work, he felt so limp as a pile of mud that he refused to move and insisted on lying down and sleeping.
Duan Zhuxian always obeyed him and helped him clean his body without saying a word. Then he cleaned up the battlefield and created a comfortable sleeping environment for him.
After watching enough while lying on his side, Jiang Yao tiptoed out of bed and quietly left the bedroom.
Jiang Yao, who has always had a bad relationship with the kitchen, worked hard in the kitchen for nearly two hours, and finally filled the entire space with the smell of food that humans can accept.
He never looked back, but he knew there was someone at the door, standing there for a long time as if he was admiring a rare scenery.
Using the tip of his chopsticks to scrape off the black edge of the fried egg, Jiang Yao said with his back to me, "You've been watching me for so long. Are you afraid that I'll blow up the kitchen, or are you afraid of food poisoning?"
The person behind him didn't say anything, just uttered an ambiguous "hmm".
Jiang Yao turned around, raising his eyebrows. "Don't worry, I got up early and spent over an hour researching this. Your life won't be in danger. As for you, as the first lucky person in history to have me serve you breakfast, you can just be happy."
Duan Zhuxian: "Why steal? Can't you just be happy openly?"
Jiang Yao crossed his arms and pointed the spatula at Duan Zhuxian, who was three meters away. "Because of the impure look in your eyes, I think you're going to rush up and kiss me in the next second, but this breakfast will get cold."
Duan Zhuxian was not ashamed when his thoughts were exposed. He raised his foot and walked towards Jiang Yao. His big and powerful strides forced Jiang Yao to subconsciously step back. His thighs were pressed tightly against the edge of the pool table, and his palms were supported on the table to maintain stability. The moment Duan Zhuxian got close to him, his whole body tended to lean back.
Duan Zhuxian placed his hands on the edge of the platform on both sides of Jiang Yao, easily trapping him in his arms, as if he was really going to do something big on the spot.
But then, he just lowered his head slightly, rubbed Jiang Yao's nose with his nose, and pecked her rosy and plump lips lightly.
After all, he couldn't waste the loving breakfast that the eldest young master had condescended to prepare for him.
*
Two days later, they still went to watch the sunrise.
They were the only ones who had reached the top of the mountain at that moment. It was still early, and the dark grey sea of clouds not far away looked like a vast snowfield, quietly suspended above the outline of the mountain.
Because he got up too early, Jiang Yao was blown by the biting cold wind. Instead of waking up, he felt even more sleepy. He found a big rock on the top of the mountain and sat down, staggering.
Duan Zhuxian took out a blanket from his big travel bag and threw it into Jiang Yao's arms. Then he quickly set up a windproof tent and lit the heater, which quickly drove away most of the cold.
Jiang Yao, wrapped in a blanket, took the thermos bottle handed to him by Duan Zhuxian and said in shock, "Why did you prepare so many things? How come I didn't even know about this?"
Duan Zhuxian said with a half-smile: "There must always be someone who worries about the family."
Jiang Yao snorted twice: "Indeed, you have always been a meticulous person."
He was not only talking about small things like mountain climbing, but also a series of things related to him that Duan Zhuxian had facilitated after returning to China.
At this point, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Duan Zhuxian, who was sitting next to him adjusting the heater. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and said, "I have a question. Since you planned the marriage, then everything that happened after the marriage was also part of your plan?"
Duan Zhuxian said calmly, "My plan came to an end the moment I got the marriage certificate. Becoming your legal partner and participating in your life is consistent with all my plans."
Jiang Yao was stunned when he heard this: "How could such a great Mr. Duan only pursue this?"
Duan Zhuxian smiled and didn't answer.
Jiang Yao couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever considered what if I actually like you?"
Duan Zhuxian stopped fiddling with the stove and looked up at Jiang Yao's burning gaze: "This is not a concept."
"What is that?"
"It's a gift."
Duan Zhuxian said.
"It's a gift from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thick clouds in front suddenly cracked from the inside, revealing a faint light. In just a few seconds, the field of vision was filled with strong and warm golden light.
The golden-red morning sun was like love that had finally been expressed, breaking through the forbearance and spreading across the mountains and fields without any regard.
Suddenly, Jiang Yao understood the meaning of Duan Zhuxian's original plan to take him to watch the sunrise -
If it weren't for the accident in the schedule book, even a proud and strong person like Duan Zhuxian would have to borrow some courage from the vastness of heaven and earth if he wanted to express his secret love that had accumulated over the years.
The round fireball was gradually hovering in the air. Duan Zhuxian shifted his gaze and looked at the side profile of the person next to him who was still looking forward.
Jiang Yao was wrapped in a blanket, his slightly long hair hanging loosely around his neck. His whole body was wrapped in warm yellow light, and the outline of his fair skin turned into a fluffy shadow, as if an angel had landed in front of him on the sunshine.
Recovering from the shock of the sunrise, Jiang Yao curled his lips and met Duan Zhuxian's deep gaze. "I like you, it's my own will. It's not a gift, and there's no relationship of giver and receiver." Jiang Yao blinked, "But I do have a real gift for you."
A hint of surprise flashed across Duan Zhuxian's usually calm eyes: "What is it?"
Jiang Yao turned around and took something out of his backpack, hiding it behind his back. He cleared his throat and said, "Just to be clear, I'm not as romantic as you."
Seeing Duan Zhuxian nod with a smile, he handed the thing to Duan Zhuxian a little awkwardly.
It's a house deed.
It was the house that was left to Duan Zhuxian by his mother, and then transferred to Duan Feiyi and his stepmother by Duan Song by any means necessary. It was the only home where Duan Zhuxian lived for more than ten years when he was young.
Seeing the smile on Duan Zhuxian's lips froze a little, Jiang Yao was a little confused about what Duan Zhuxian was thinking. Was he happy, surprised, or indifferent? Or did he feel that he was meddling in his past without even asking...
He couldn't help but explain aloud, "This house was gifted by Duan Feiyi to a man named Liu. Later, that man urgently sold it to cash out, so I bought it. Otherwise, such a good house would definitely not have trouble selling."
"I used my own pre-marital assets. I originally wanted to give it to you as a birthday present, but the transfer went smoothly, so it became a honeymoon gift."
"Don't think it's cliché to give me a house or a car. You're so successful at such a young age and you have everything you need. But this is where you lived as a child after all."
"You are also not allowed to be angry and blame me for not discussing it with you. I am used to doing things as I please. You know that you have already gotten into trouble with me, so—"
All the subsequent words he tried to make amends for were silenced by a pair of slightly cold lips, followed by a kiss that seemed to swallow him up.
The force of that kiss was not like intimacy and lingering, but more like invading him with the soul beneath the flesh and blood, plundering the place where his soul resided.
Although he was on the top of the mountain, Jiang Yao felt as if he was being hugged by Duan Zhuxian and pushed into the abyss, which might be an illusion caused by a slight lack of oxygen.
But the illusion became addictive.
The two hugged each other and kissed in the embrace of the sea of clouds until their lips and tongues became numb, but it was still not enough to express the surging love.
Their lips parted, Duan Zhuxian rested his forehead against Jiang Yao's, panting slightly as he said, "You're indeed a little liar. You say you don't understand romance, but you're obviously much more romantic than me."
Jiang Yao's face, already red from the kiss, turned even redder: "As long as you like it."
"Yaoyao, I love you."
Duan Zhuxian said, stroking Jiang Yao's face again and again with his thumb.
"Yeah, I love you too."
Jiang Yao responded softly.
They had finished watching the sunrise, but neither of them had any intention of leaving and they continued to sit there hugging each other.
During the time when he was silent, Duan Zhuxian looked down at the person in his arms who had closed his eyes, and moved slightly.
"Sleepy..." Jiang Yao half opened his eyes, rubbed Duan Zhuxian's neck with his head, found the most comfortable place in his arms with ease, and closed his eyes again.
Duan Zhuxian shook off the blanket that had slipped off, folded it thickly, and wrapped it tightly around Jiang Yao, hugging him again: "If you're sleepy, take a nap."
Then, he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Yao, and gently patted Jiang Yao's body with his palm.
Not long after, the person in his arms fell asleep, his brows relaxed, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his lips. In such a short time, I don’t know what kind of good dream he had.
Duan Zhuxian was not sleepy, but he seemed to be dreaming.
Being able to kiss the man in his arms in broad daylight and coax him to sleep is the most beautiful dream in the world.
Duan Zhuxian took out his cell phone, turned on the music, and put one earphone in Jiang Yao's ear.
The hoarse and gentle love song, like the most secret whisper, made the unconscious curve of Jiang Yao's lips expand wider and wider...
*
During the last few days of their honeymoon, the two of them traveled to every corner of the small town.
Repeated confessions during the day and passionate love at night.
Spring is a season that never sleeps.
Jiang Yao fell in love with Yuan City uncontrollably. It was a paradise on earth that he suddenly discovered in his life. It witnessed everything incredible. For ten or twenty years, his heart would always linger here.
On the eve of the Lantern Festival, Jiang Yao generously left the cheerful drums, the blue-gray trees, the unknown flowers, the sea of clouds and the sunrise on the top of the mountains, and all the beautiful things that did not belong to him in Yuan City.
He only brought back a person who had loved him for twelve years, and boarded a passenger plane to Lingbei City, landing in countless mundane affairs in the future.
*
After returning home, take a short rest.
The next morning, the two got up early and turned to their respective work.
Jiang Yao went to Jiangli headquarters to attend a deployment meeting in the morning. After the meeting, he straightened the buttons of his suit, looking like a successful man with a successful career and love life. He came out of the meeting room with a smile on his face, planning to harass someone via WeChat during working hours.
However, as soon as he took out his phone, an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.
After the call was connected, it was Duan Feiyi, who asked him to meet.
Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the first invitation call I received during the Lunar New Year would be from Duan Feiyi.
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