go home
The day for Shen Yu to be discharged from the hospital has arrived. This time, Lin Qingyue did not ask for his opinion and directly asked the driver to drive the car back to the home where she and Lin Nian now live.
The car drove smoothly into the underground garage, and the elevator climbed to the top floor. Lin Nian excitedly took his hand and chattered about what surprise his family had prepared for him.
With a "beep", Lin Qingyue unlocked the door with her fingerprint and pushed open the heavy entrance door.
Warm, bright light poured in, accompanied by soft background music and the aroma of food. The decor here differed from the previous apartment's cold, minimalist style, incorporating warm colors and soft materials. Lin Nian's stuffed animals lay casually on the sofa, and an open picture book sat on the coffee table, exuding a sense of life and warmth.
"You will live here from now on." Lin Qingyue stepped aside to let him in, her tone calm and natural, as if this was the most natural thing.
Shen Yu stood at the entrance, looking at everything in front of him in a daze. This place didn't feel like a temporary place to stay, but more like a real, warm, home wrapped in the atmosphere of fireworks. It was a home that he had never dared to dream of before.
Lin Qingyue didn't give him much time to vacantly stare. She walked to the decorative cabinet in the entrance hall, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small, exquisite box. Inside, she found a brand new key, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
She picked up the small box, turned around, and handed it to Shen Yu.
"Here is your key." Her voice was soft, but it carried a solemn tone.
Shen Yu's eyes fell on the key, and his heart skipped a beat. He slowly stretched out his hand, and with a trembling fingertips, he took out the key. The cold metal touch fell into his palm, but it seemed to carry a scorching temperature.
Then, Lin Qingyue pulled his wrist and led him to the smart door lock. She lifted his hand, guided his finger, and gently pressed it on the fingerprint recognition area.
“Beep—”
A crisp prompt sound rang out, and the screen lit up green, showing [Fingerprint entry successful].
"Okay." Lin Qingyue let go of his hand, her tone still calm, but the look in her eyes when she looked at him was as soft as a pool of spring water.
Shen Yu lowered his head, looked at the small key in his palm, and then looked up at the green indicator light on the door lock that represented his authority. An indescribable, surging emotion instantly broke through his defenses.
This key, this fingerprint, is no longer a handout that he needs to carefully and cautiously obtain. It is an unconditional acceptance, a confirmation of his identity, and a heavy promise called "home."
He had been wandering for too long, like a tired bird with nowhere to rest. But now, he was finally allowed to truly rest here.
His eyes quickly turned red, and warm moisture filled up uncontrollably. He turned his face away abruptly, not wanting them to see him lose his composure again.
Lin Nian, however, happily rushed over and hugged his legs, looking up at his little face, and announced seriously: "Welcome home, Dad! From now on, our family can be together forever!"
These words, like the last gentle feather, gently crushed all his defenses.
He couldn't hold back the burning tears, which quietly flowed down his cheeks. But this time he didn't hide them. Instead, he slowly squatted down and hugged his daughter's soft, warm body tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again.
Lin Qingyue stood aside, not saying a word, just looking at him quietly, her eyes filled with incomparable firm tenderness.
After a long while, Shen Yu raised his head, with tears still on his face, but he showed an extremely real and relieved smile, which was so bright that it seemed to dispel all the haze.
He looked at Lin Qingyue, his voice still choked with sobs, but filled with a sense of steadiness and happiness he had never felt before:
"Well, I'm home."
Half a year later.
A small and warm wedding is taking place on a very private lakeside lawn in the far suburbs of the city.
There were no media, no noisy guests, only a few dozen close friends and family. Sunlight shone through the leaves, casting dappled spots of light, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and flowers.
Lin Qingyue wore a well-cut ivory satin wedding gown, simple in style yet extremely elegant, which made her look even more noble and cold. However, her eyes, which were always cold, were now filled with a soft glimmer. Shen Yu wore a classic black suit, with an upright posture and a face that was still breathtakingly exquisite. However, the lingering gloom and fragility around him had long been replaced by a gentle and steady temperament. He held Lin Qingyue's hand, his eyes almost never leaving her, and the smile on his lips was gentle and down-to-earth.
Seven-year-old Lin Nian was wearing a beautiful white flower girl dress, a garland on her head, and a small flower basket on her shoulder. She walked in front of her mother and scattered flower petals seriously, her little face full of excitement and pride.
There was no lengthy ceremony, no flashy performance, only the most sincere promise and the applause of blessings from relatives and friends. After exchanging rings, Shen Yu gently lifted Lin Qingyue's veil, lowered his head, and kissed his bride with great care.
In the sunshine, a pair of lovers embraced and kissed each other, with their daughter running and laughing beside them, creating a scene as perfect as a movie scene.
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Thanks to her well-organized overseas operations, Lin Qingyue earned her father's complete trust and authority. Upon returning to China, she officially assumed the chairmanship of the Lin Group. Daily meetings, negotiations, and decision-making kept her constantly busy. But no matter how busy she was, she always tried to be home on time for dinner and make time for her family on weekends. On her desk sat a crayon drawing of their family drawn by her daughter, quietly bringing a touch of warmth to the heart of the cold, business-focused empire.
Shen Yu, on the other hand, happily devoted himself to his new career as a "househusband". He completely withdrew from the entertainment industry, turned down all invitations to make a comeback, and guarded his own world with peace of mind.
He still enjoys researching recipes, preparing delicious and nutritious meals for his wife and daughter every day. In the mornings, after seeing his busy wife off to school and his daughter off to school, he meticulously cleans the house, waters the plants, and then goes to the supermarket to buy the freshest ingredients. In the afternoons, after picking up his daughter from school, he spends time with her, reading stories and doing crafts.
He became extremely adept at handling various household chores, even capable of repairing some small appliances himself. His former aura of fame faded, leaving behind a Shen Yu dressed in comfortable home clothes and an apron, with gentle features and calm movements. He no longer possessed the slightest trace of gloom and despair, replaced instead by a contentment and tranquility imbued with love.
Occasionally, paparazzi would find ways to snap some blurry photos: Shen Yu, wearing a simple T-shirt and trousers, walking in the park holding his daughter's hand; or he was carrying a shopping bag, carefully selecting fruit in the supermarket. In the photos, he always had a relaxed smile and a gentle look in his eyes.
When his former fans saw these photos, they had mixed feelings, but in the end, they could only slowly accept them and send their best wishes from afar. After all, the happiness on the man's face in the photo was too real to ignore.
At night, after their daughter falls asleep, it's quiet time for the couple. Sometimes they cuddle on the sofa and watch an old movie, sometimes they read separately, occasionally exchanging a few words, and sometimes they do nothing, just snuggling on the terrace, looking at the night view of the city, feeling each other's presence and breath.
"Do you regret it?" Lin Qingyue once leaned in his arms and suddenly asked softly, "You gave up such a dazzling halo and stayed at home all day in the kitchen with the children."
Shen Yu chuckled, tightened his arms, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "How can I regret it? This is the life I want. It's better to stand by your side than to stand anywhere. It's better to have a home than to have anything else." He paused, his voice becoming more gentle, "Qingyue, I'm very happy now, really."
Lin Qingyue turned around and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips: "Me too."
The scars of the past may not be completely erased, but they have long been covered by deep love and current happiness, becoming a special mark that makes them cherish each other even more.
Everything is getting better.
The years are peaceful and the rest of their lives are at peace. They still have a long, long way to go together.
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