The red carpet led all the way to the main entrance of the villa.
Song Qingyou stepped inside. The moment she entered the gate, her view opened up dramatically. A small garden came into view, and further on, she could see stunning mountain scenery.
It was summer, but the trees in the mountains were of unknown species, their yellow, green, and red hues resembling leaves or flowers. Wisps of mist swirled around the mountainside, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland.
Walking through the small garden, there is a wooden pavilion surrounded by a silk screen as thin as a cicada's wing, through which one can vaguely see the nearby flowers and plants and the distant mountains.
A long wooden table was placed in the middle, with many teacups and decorations on it, as well as a winding stream, which was somewhat reminiscent of the "Floating Wine Cups on a Winding Stream" tradition.
Passing through the pavilion and walking further in, you'll find yourself surrounded by rare and exotic flowers and plants. At the end of the red carpet is the main entrance to the villa.
Fu Wenzhou was standing there, waiting for her with a gentle expression.
Song Qingyou knew exactly what was going on, but she remained calm and walked over, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
Fu Wenzhou took her hand and kissed it, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes, the deep affection in them seeming to drown a person.
"Do you like the gift I gave you?"
Even though she had already guessed it, Song Qingyou was still deeply moved. A strange feeling welled up in her heart. She wanted to laugh, but her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
Fu Wenzhou had already taken her hand and led her inside.
The entire villa was decorated according to her preferences, from the location of the villa to the surrounding scenery, even a potted plant, everything was just to her liking.
After walking around the house, we finally passed through a long corridor on the second floor. The corridor was also designed with screens on both sides, and the view outside was hazy, with a sense of wanting to hide something.
As she walked through the corridor, her view suddenly opened up, revealing the large garden she had seen outside earlier—a sea of tulips in various colors, swaying gently in the morning light.
However, Song Qingyou's eyes were fixed on the lake shrouded in morning mist at the far end of her gaze.
Fu Wenzhou followed her gaze, a hint of smugness in his smile: "Last time I saw you liked boating on the lake, so I bought it. I'll plant your favorite flowers, trees and shrubs along the shore, and build a cobblestone path so you can take a walk there in the mornings and evenings."
There was still lingering mist on the lake, which swirled in the morning breeze. Sunlight fell on it, turning the mist a golden-red hue. Several white waterbirds flew low overhead, creating a scene reminiscent of a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Song Qingyou murmured involuntarily, "So beautiful."
She was admiring the scenery, while Fu Wenzhou was watching her the whole time.
Seeing her smile, he smiled too.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Strands of hair brushed past his fingertips, sending a cool sensation through him.
He knew clearly what he wanted a long time ago.
Now I finally hold him in the palm of my hand.
It felt like a dream.
"Youyou, from now on, this will be our home." He emphasized again, "Our home."
Song Qingyou turned her head and looked up; her figure was clearly reflected in the man's dark pupils.
His focused expression gave her the illusion that in his world, the distant mountains and lakes, flowers and grass were no longer important, and his eyes were only fixed on her.
Only her.
Song Qingyou didn't move, letting the man lower his head and gently touch her lips as lightly as a feather.
We must be more careful and cherish it than ever before.
Her eyelashes trembled, and her heart pounded deafeningly.
At that moment, her light kiss made her feel even more nervous than when they first became intimate.
But she so craved the warmth that belonged to this man.
Fu Wenzhou was amused by her blank expression.
He really loves his pomelo.
Song Qingyou suddenly called out to him, "Fu Wenzhou."
He gazed at her with a smile: "Hmm?"
Suddenly, Song Qingyou knelt down on one knee and magically produced a black velvet box.
Inside was a simple yet sophisticated men's ring.
Fu Wenzhou didn't have time to react, or rather, he didn't react at all.
He stared blankly down at him, his dazed expression shifting from Song Qingyou's face to his.
Song Qingyou looked up at him, her eyes and brows full of smiles: "Last time was too rushed, but I want to say that I really, really want to marry you. Please marry me."
Fu Wenzhou's throat tightened: "We've already... got our marriage certificate."
“I know,” Song Qingyou said with a smile, “but I still want to propose to you formally, and let you know that I love you very much too. It’s not for any other reason that I want to be with you. I love you as a person, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Fu Wenzhou looked at her quietly, the smile on his lips gone.
His eyes began to redden, and the way he looked down at her seemed somewhat aggrieved.
Song Qingyou was startled: "Is this too sudden? Actually, I've been preparing for this for a long time..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man lifted her off the ground and pulled her tightly into his arms!
"Youyou, you've gone too far." Fu Wenzhou held her waist tightly with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, as if he wanted to use all his strength to imprison her in his body. However, his whole body was tense and trembling, but he always seemed afraid of hurting her and tried his best to restrain himself.
"The husband should be the one to propose," he said with a smile, but his voice was hoarse with a hint of emotion.
Song Qingyou hugged him back, buried her face in his chest, and took a deep breath, the warmth from the man's body enveloping her tightly.
Just like her life.
What was once a dull and uninteresting place was brought to her by his appearance and persistence, bringing her a warmth and happiness she had never dared to even dream of, allowing her to reach out and hold it all in her hands.
She chuckled softly, feeling the man's heartbeat quicken, and said gently, "But I want my husband to be happy."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He knew that his Yuyu would either remain silent or make a stunning debut.
Who taught her these tricks?!
He couldn't handle it at all!
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