Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Only
The two simple characters, each with only twelve strokes, instantly calmed her racing heart. But the peace lasted only a few seconds before her chest began pounding powerfully again.
It's yet another drama she's acted in but never actually experienced.
These two words are so contradictory: casual yet solemn, just like his kiss.
Xu Shaoting cupped half of her face in his hands, and at that very moment, he stole her blushing and racing heart, kissing her as he asked, "How is it?"
Hearing that voice brought her back to reality, and she focused her gaze on the screen.
The red dot was very noticeable, and within just one minute, dozens of message notifications had been sent.
And it continues to grow.
Xu Shaoting's contacts include relatives and friends, as well as business partners and clients.
A man who hadn't posted on social media for ages reappeared, this time with his girlfriend. In a sea of official financial and political news, the sudden appearance of the word "baby" felt incredibly out of place…
This not only shocked these people, but also shook the comment section.
However, despite the shock, with the Crown Prince personally making the announcement, no one dared to act recklessly. Even the usually spoiled Xu Yitang became well-behaved and obediently offered his blessings.
Blessings to my elder brother and sister-in-law!!!
Her words made Wen Jia's identity self-evident, and the other younger members of the Xu family followed suit.
Wen Jia was held and sat on the edge of the bed as he turned the pages one by one.
"Sister-in-law...cousin...cousin's sister-in-law...your younger brother and sister-in-law are so lively..." She continued reading, and apart from relatives, most of the messages were from employees and subordinates:
Congratulations, Chairman Xu!
"Blessings to Chairman Xu"
Congratulations! You two are a perfect match!
...
"Why is someone calling someone 'Chairman's wife'?" she asked.
“That makes perfect sense. I’m their chairman, so you’re the chairman’s wife.” Xu Shaoting raised the corners of his mouth. “Xie Yun has already toned it down quite a bit. He called you ‘wife’ in front of Xu Bozheng before.”
He added casually at the end, "My wife."
Wen Jia inhaled sharply, "Did your father hear that?"
"I heard it, so what?" Xu Shaoting's tone left no room for argument. "It was bound to happen sooner or later."
He always committed unexpected fouls, leaving her unable to make a decision and forcing her to cross the line with him.
She tilted her head back, brought her lips close to his, and uttered two words with her breath.
No man can remain rational in a moment like this.
Xu Shaoting's breath hitched, and he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, kissing her lips almost frantically, the kiss growing deeper and deeper.
The excitement continued on the phone, but this was merely the surface; the real excitement was taking place in a small, anonymous three-person group:
Hsu Yi-tang: "[Image]"
"SOS, I never imagined my brother would post something like this on his WeChat Moments."
Xu Yancheng: "Then you're stupid. I can only say that my older brother has toned it down a lot. Do you believe that they're calling each other 'husband and wife' in private now?"
Xu Yishu: "God, are you serious? I feel like I only know one percent of my brother. Are all men this secretly passionate?"
Xu Yancheng retorted, "Don't generalize, okay? I'm not like that, only my older brother is a repressed pervert."
Xu Yitang: "That's true. How could someone who's not secretly passionate do something like holding a female celebrity on their lap and making out in a campervan?"
Xu Yishu: "That's right, how could someone who's not a bit of a closet pervert do something like making his sister-in-law yell at him to change the sheets?"
Xu Yancheng: "That's true. How could someone who's not a bit of a closet pervert do something like kissing, hugging, and lifting their girlfriend up high in the study?"
...
The two people who were teased were inseparable in bed.
Wen Jia was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she couldn't breathe. She pushed him away, took a moment to catch her breath, and continued reading the new comments that kept popping up.
This is so fresh and interesting; it's much more interesting than scrolling through Weibo comments.
Looking at the variety of titles, she subconsciously laughed, "Chairman's wife is the most common, followed by sister-in-law, boss's wife... It doesn't sound nice, it makes me sound old... Who is this Helen? Why did she post this comment?"
The familiar English name easily evoked her memory of the day she barged into his office.
Wen Jia hesitated for a moment, then said, "Helen...you're not your mother, are you?!"
She threw her phone aside.
"What did she post?" Xu Shaoting asked with a smile, picking up his phone and glancing at it.
"Looks a lot like that employee who was always so covered up in your office last time."
"She's joking. Actually, she knew you were my girlfriend the moment she saw you."
“I know…” Wen Jia buried her face in her hands, unwilling to look up. “That’s not the point. I just suddenly realized that your mother has already seen it, which means your father will see it too?”
It's a pity she realized it too late. By the time she said those words, Xu Bozheng had already thoroughly examined the entire post on WeChat Moments, from the ambiguous pictures to the straightforward text.
And I watched it more than once—
8 PM, Yunxi Bay.
Xu Bozheng, unusually not busy, was lounging on the sofa in his study, once again opening Xu Shaoting's WeChat Moments.
Actually, he doesn't usually pay much attention to this kind of thing, but when he catches a glimpse of Xu Shaoting's rare appearance, even the dogs would clamor to take a look.
But he never expected that when he looked at his WeChat Moments again after more than half a year, he would see his rebellious son's love story!
What made him even more speechless was that it was one thing for the other three younger commenters to join in the fun, but why did his own wife get involved too?!
Xu Bozheng sighed heavily.
He didn't understand what an official announcement meant, nor did he know what it meant to declare sovereignty, but he could understand the word "baby" and the blurry figures of the couple in the photo.
And those two fireworks in the sky.
He tossed his phone aside, his mind filled with mixed emotions.
There was a knock on the study door.
Uncle Yang walked in, holding a tablet in his hand, and placed it in front of Xu Bozheng.
The content on the screen was clearly a ribbon-cutting video of Lingguang yesterday.
The runtime was ample, the picture quality was high-definition, and the sound was clear. Xu Bozheng watched it frame by frame, and said calmly:
When did this happen?
"Yesterday."
He already understood most of it, but he still asked, "Why is he here?"
Uncle Yang answered truthfully: "...Young Master also invested."
"How many?"
"I don't know the exact amount, but it's at least 100 million." He added at the end, "No family trusts or group-related accounts were used."
Xu Bozheng snorted, said nothing, walked to the solid wood table, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper.
But it was obvious that he was in a bad mood, as his writing was wild and messy.
One or two hundred million may not seem like much, but for a startup, it's a significant sum.
Well done, you're quite generous to women.
"He posted it on WeChat, did you see it?" Xu Bozheng remained silent for a long time before asking.
Yang Bo truthfully replied, "I saw it."
What do you think?
Uncle Yang truthfully replied, "I am delighted to hear this."
Xu Bozheng paused in his hand holding the calligraphy brush, and glanced at him with displeasure: "You're getting better at talking as you get older."
“To be honest, Chairman, I’ve watched the young master grow up. I’m genuinely happy that he’s dating,” Uncle Yang looked up at him and said, “I think this girl is quite nice. Why don’t we just let them be together? You can stop worrying about it.”
A smile appeared on Xu Bozheng's usually cold and stern face, but it was unclear why he was smiling. "You've switched sides to his side? I'm perfectly healthy and have no intention of leaving."
“You can’t say that, Chairman,” Yang Bo said urgently. “I’m just worried that you’ll upset yourself.”
Xu Bozheng put down his brush, turned around, his sharp eyes softening slightly, revealing a rare weariness. "Don't I want him to be able to do as he pleases and be with the person he loves? Seeing him finally find someone he wants to spend his life with, do you think I, as his father, feel no sense of relief?"
Uncle Yang listened quietly, recalling what he had told him before, "You're afraid that Miss Wen is after the young master's status, not his true feelings."
“That’s one part,” Xu Bozheng pondered for a while. “Shao Ting will be taking over the entire group in the future. This isn’t just his business; it affects the livelihoods and expectations of countless people. If he starts dating a female celebrity now, even if I approve, what will the board of directors think? They will question his judgment and his abilities. Public opinion can be devastating!”
"In the end, they still listen to the chairman," Yang Bo said softly, trying to comfort them.
“Even if they accept it, that's only on the surface. What about behind their backs? What will they say about Shao Ting? That he's young and promiscuous, indulging in women? All this invisible pressure will ultimately fall on him. And that girl,” he paused, his tone complex, “doesn't she have to bear this pressure too?!”
Uncle Yang stood in front of the desk with his hands clasped together, listening quietly without responding for a moment.
The chairman's concerns seemed to be more complex than he had imagined.
"What kind of place is the entertainment industry? It's a place of fame and fortune, a den of intrigue. The slightest thing can be blown out of proportion. It will not only affect her reputation, but also the company. It's not just a matter between the two of them."
He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. "Besides, I'm also afraid that their relationship won't withstand so many tests. A-Lan isn't a celebrity, and it wasn't easy for me to get to know her. Shao Ting is the eldest son, and the burden on his shoulders is not as simple as the love between ordinary people."
Following his words, Uncle Yang boldly said, "It's because the young master was born into the wrong family."
Xu Bozheng walked to the window and stood there for a long time, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Rather than saying his identity is wrong, I should say I made a mistake! I shouldn't have taken over the group in the first place. If I weren't the chairman, he wouldn't be the heir. Do you think I care about him? I wouldn't even lift an eyelid if he was dating some pop star!"
At times like this, only Uncle Yang dared to advise him, "Then you should have a good talk with the young master, and he will understand you."
“I know my son well. He’s obsessed with his girlfriend right now, and he doesn’t listen to me at all.”
Uncle Yang hit the nail on the head: "Perhaps we used the wrong method?"
Xu Bozheng waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, you can go out now! I know what I'm doing."
After Yang Bo left, Xu Bozheng paced back and forth in the study for half an hour, lost in deep thought.
-
Five days later, the crew's group chat, which had been silent for half a year, was filled with new activity.
It was a message from Yu Jianshan, simply stated in four words: "Work is about to begin."
While the group chat was buzzing with excitement, Wen Jia immediately called Zhang Linzhi: "Bring Zhong Rui here to sign the contract quickly, I have to go to the set."
Zhang Linzhi slapped her forehead, realizing she had almost forgotten about this, and drove Zhong Rui to the company the next day.
But Zhong Rui did not come alone; he brought his sister, Zhong Lan, with him.
Zhong Lan debuted early, initially honing her skills on the stage. However, her exceptional talent caught the eye of a director, leading her into the entertainment industry. With a master's degree in acting, she was more favored by her seniors than her peers. She has a great image, strong abilities, and good fortune; within just three years of entering the industry, she received an award from a film industry veteran.
Directors have all commented that she is the most likely candidate to become a top actress in this era.
The term "Da Hua" (大花) is a product of its time. In an era of booming film and television industry, traditional media held the power of discourse, and the accumulation period for works was long. Actors needed to accumulate classic works over many years and gain recognition from mainstream awards to achieve widespread national recognition.
In today's era where traffic is paramount, it is extremely difficult for top-tier actresses to emerge.
Zhong Lan stood out from the crowd.
But she ruined her promising future herself.
Four years ago, after starring in her last film, she announced her retirement from acting and subsequently withdrew from the public eye.
Rumors were rife in the industry that she had been involved with a famous director, who then gave her away at a dinner party. But these were just rumors; no one had witnessed it firsthand, so no one expected that she would reappear in public, this time as a wealthy wife.
In the newspaper, she stood beside a middle-aged man, slightly turned to the side. Her face, once so prominent on screen, was now restrained by a dignified smile, its luster seemingly faded by something. To an outsider, she would appear as a vine clinging to a tall tree, unaware that she had once been a pillar of support for herself and her juniors in the entertainment industry.
The printed text of the report was objective and conclusive: 'Mr. Liang Chengwen and his wife, Mrs. Liang, attended a charity gala dinner'
When people meet her now, they only call her 'Mrs. Liang'. As for her real name?
Nobody remembers, nobody cares.
Zhong Lan, who won thunderous applause on the stage, only earned the title of being given her husband's surname offstage.
Wen Jia didn't want to call her Mrs. Liang, so she smiled slightly and hugged her, "Sister Lan, happy marriage."
Zhong Lan wore a peach-colored jacquard top, with a shawl around her arm, and jade and gold bracelets clinking together on her plump wrists.
She wasn't much older than Wen Jia, but after dressing up like this, she looked every bit the pampered middle-aged lady.
"Long time no see, darling." She spoke softly and gently now, sounding somewhat like Zhao Xinglan. "Zhong Rui said he wanted to sign with you. It just so happens that you started a new company, so I came to see you and congratulate you. Running a company is not easy."
"Fortunately, Sister Zhang helps me with a lot of things, so it makes things a bit easier for me."
Zhang Linzhi was in charge of Zhong Rui signing the contract, and Wen Jia invited Zhong Lan to sit down in the reception room.
She poured her a cup of tea. "How have you been lately, Sister Lan?"
Zhong Lan took a sip before answering, "It's pretty good, but it's too boring."
"boring?"
Zhong Lan smiled, but it wasn't a smile of arrogance. "Chengwen doesn't like me showing my face in public, so I'm content to stay at home now, learning flower arranging, practicing calligraphy, or visiting art galleries, looking at auction previews, or having afternoon tea with a few ladies. I have so much time that I don't know what to do with it."
Her tone was calm, yet there was a hint of emptiness in it.
"It's good to have a more relaxed life. Sister Lan, you used to work too hard and ruined your health."
“That’s what I thought too, but when I actually have some free time, I feel that it’s more meaningful to work hard,” Zhong Lan’s eyes glazed over for a moment. “Like you, starting your own company, even though it’s just getting started, once it’s built up, there’s a sense of accomplishment. Now I feel that people need to have something of their own to feel at ease.”
Wen Jia keenly grasped her meaning, "Sister Lan, you can come back anytime you want. In this industry, no junior has yet surpassed your achievements. Coming back to open an acting class and become an acting teacher would be a great option."
Zhong Lan sighed, "If I weren't married and didn't have children, I might still consider it. But it's different after marriage. There are many things to consider. Most importantly, Cheng Wen wouldn't agree. He's very strict with me."
Wen Jia nodded regretfully on her behalf, but did not reply.
“But if you choose this kind of life, you have to accept this identity.” Zhong Lan tugged at her shawl, her tone a little indifferent. “Cheng Wen is very good to me, giving me whatever I want. It’s just that I feel like a decoration now, something that looks nice on the surface, but I don’t need to have my own life.”
Wen Jia considered for a moment, then asked, "Have you ever regretted it?"
Zhong Lan's answer was quite objective: "It's a mixed bag. If I were still acting, I might want to marry a rich man, but now that I'm married, I also miss the days when I was an actress. That's just how contradictory people are."
“Before, I was in the industry and it looked glamorous, but I had no roots, so anyone could come and trample on me. Now I have roots, but I always feel that what lies beneath this soil is rules and dignity.”
Wen Jia's heart sank: "Many rules?"
Zhong Lan smiled and said, "It's just a matter of not walking fast, not speaking loudly, and how to smile at different people. There are rules for all of that. I also have to go to my mother-in-law's place to greet her every morning. It's so annoying."
Wen Jia listened, but the tea was so bitter she couldn't swallow it.
Zhong Lan, who can portray a hundred different characters on stage, ultimately only brought to life the role of Duan Zhuang.
"A few days ago, I accompanied my mother-in-law to the opera. She must have been exhausted from working non-stop, because I accidentally dozed off in the box. When we got back, she gave me a hard time; she's really difficult to please..."
After saying that, she lowered her eyes, waved her hand, and laughed, "Oh well, I don't need to say anything more. You've all spread the word about my affairs."
Wen Jia smiled faintly, trying to conceal her true feelings, and replied politely, "No, Sister Lan, everyone says you are very happy, and I am very happy for you."
“Happiness, but also pain,” she looked up at Wen Jia, her tone frank. “I originally wanted to take a shortcut, thinking that marrying into this family would bring wealth, but no, this place satisfies your desires, but it will wear down your character. It’s a voracious maw that devours women. It slowly gnaws away at your personality, your preferences, your brilliance, until it chews you up, completely digests you, and then reshapes you into a glamorous empty shell that conforms to their desires.”
Zhong Lan's voice trembled slightly, "Now when I go out, I have a driver and assistant with me. They say it's for protection, but it's really for surveillance. Every person I meet and every word I say is relayed to Cheng Wen and his mother without missing a single word."
"That's... a complete lack of freedom?"
“Yes, there is no freedom, you know. Sometimes when I want to express my opinion, people say, Mrs. Liang is right. Mrs. Liang is on the left, Mrs. Liang is on the right. They are talking to Mrs. Liang, not to me, Zhong Lan.”
Wen Jia didn't express her inner sighs, but she wondered how much she had been silently processing behind the scenes, given how frankly she could say it.
Now, her feelings for her, beyond the regret of a junior for a senior, are more of a woman's heartache for another woman.
Zhong Lan looked at Wen Jia's lowered eyes and suddenly said, "I heard that you're in a relationship now, right?"
Wen Jia gripped her teacup tightly and hummed in agreement.
"Have you reached the point of discussing marriage?"
"It's still early, Sister Lan."
"Jiajia, you'll understand when you decide to get married. No matter how capable a woman is, she'll have to tone it down a bit after marriage. Men, especially successful men, all want a gentle and demure wife by their side, not a dazzling star."
Wen Jia's mind was clearly elsewhere; she nodded slightly twice to indicate that she had heard.
Seeing that she wasn't interested in continuing the conversation, Zhong Lan changed the subject to her younger brother, "Then I'll have to ask you to take good care of Xiao Rui from now on. He's quite resourceful, competitive, and ambitious, a bit better than me. I'll support him and pave the way for him."
"Definitely, Sister Lan."
"Alright, that's enough, I have to go," she stood up, her voice returning to its previous gentle tone. "My mother-in-law has arranged for a tailor to come and take my measurements for the autumn clothes, I can't be late."
Wen Jia stood up to see her off, saying, "Goodbye, Sister Lan, come visit often when you have time."
Zhong Lan walked lightly to the door, paused for a moment, and without turning around, said softly:
"Jiajia, don't follow my example. You need to fly higher, fly even higher."
-
The next day was the day to return to the film set.
Xu Shaoting was reluctant to let her go, so he simply accompanied her on a flight.
Even if the flight is only two hours long.
On the Bombardier private jet, after giving Lin Youzhe his instructions, he put down his phone, sat down opposite her, and asked, "How long will filming take this time?"
Wen Jia tactfully left her seat and snuggled into his arms: "Maybe in a month or two."
"Should I go visit the set?"
"This new actor is quite honest."
Xu Shaoting: "..."
He suddenly chuckled softly, "It has nothing to do with him. Do you want me to visit the set?"
"Of course I want to..." she said, lowering her eyelashes sadly, "Ideally, you could be with me on set every day."
His decision was made spontaneously: "After landing today, I can stay with you in Yungang for a while."
Her eyes lit up. "Really? The company isn't busy lately?"
"Being with you is important."
Wen Jia seemed to have some concerns, "What if Uncle finds out?"
“Yes,” Xu Shaoting said truthfully, “but it doesn’t matter.”
"I'm afraid... Uncle will be furious."
She could practically imagine what Xu Bozheng would say to hurt him.
It's nothing more than flying to Yungang every few days.
It's nothing more than going to accompany his girlfriend time and time again.
"Ignore him."
She wrapped her arms around his waist, "I'm afraid you'll be affected by what he said..."
Selfish desires propelled her forward, while reason made her retreat.
"Do you want to stay with me? Just say 'yes' and I'll stay."
"I think."
She was still a little "selfish" after all.
So Xu Shaoting picked up his phone again and gave Lin Youzhe more instructions.
After getting off the plane, the two went straight to the film set without resting.
To avoid putting unnecessary pressure on the staff, Hsu Shao-ting deliberately did not step into the filming area and stayed in the RV.
However, the Rolls-Royce with its consecutive license plates at the entrance of the film set was too conspicuous and was spotted by the observant Lin Zhongyuan.
"Chairman Xu is here too?"
Wen Jia was very honest and nodded.
Why don't you come in and sit down?
"He doesn't want to put pressure on you."
Lin Zhongyuan chuckled twice, "Not at all... no pressure."
Despite saying that, he still walked out of the film set, ready to face the pressure and greet Xu Shaoting.
“Chairman Xu.” He stepped into the RV alone.
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting gestured with his chin.
"Shall we go inside the film set and have a chat?"
"No need to bother, she'll feel uncomfortable."
Lin Zhongyuan wondered if it was just his imagination, but this time, the pressure he felt upon seeing him seemed less than the last. So he boldly began to exchange pleasantries, "What brings you here today?"
“I’m here to keep her company,” he replied politely, then changed the subject at the end: “How are the revisions to your new script coming along?”
He had a refined demeanor, as if he genuinely cared about the film crew.
Lin Zhongyuan was also good at handling things. "How about I bring it over for you to see?"
"No need," he said, only asking what he cared about:
Are there any kissing scenes?
...Well, so that's what you were asking.
Lin Zhongyuan drew out an "uh," and said, "Well... it's a romance film, Mr. Xu, so it's unavoidable, but... Editor Su has already cut quite a bit out."
What was deleted?
"Most of them are intimate scenes between the male and female leads," Lin Zhongyuan answered vaguely.
"for example?"
“Similar to what you saw when you visited the set last time. Hugging, sitting on laps,” Xu Shaoting’s question left Lin Zhongyuan momentarily confused, so he added, “Back then, we didn’t know that kid surnamed Song was like that. But Mr. Xu, it’s all fake in movies…”
"I understand." Xu Shaoting nodded and smiled calmly.
If Lin Zhongyuan hadn't heard what he said next, he would have truly believed that he understood:
"What's his name?"
After a moment of silence inside the RV, Lin Zhongyuan pondered the tone of the voice, which seemed strangely familiar, almost identical to the one he had used to question Song Yanlin six months ago.
Seeing that Lin Zhongyuan didn't answer immediately, Xu Shaoting pressed him again, "What's the new male lead's name?"
Lin Zhongyuan then realized what was happening and answered, "...Yang Muyuan."
"Be more specific."
"..."
In a flash, Lin Zhongyuan mentally imagined a thousand possible moments when Yang Muyuan might offend Xu Shaoting.
He then comforted himself.
The two of them have never even met; it's just wishful thinking on my part...
He answered honestly: "Shepherd's shepherd, distant place."
The next second, Lin Youzhe, far away in Linzhou, received a message on his phone, a simple message with just five words:
"Yang Muyuan, go investigate."
Honestly, he had never been so anxious before. He had investigated Yang Muyuan and still felt it wasn't enough, fearing that this man was also audacious and didn't know his place. But he had no evidence and couldn't draw a conclusion.
He could only find a sense of security in Wen Jia.
I waited in the RV for nearly two hours before she finished filming a scene and returned to the RV to rest.
Xu Shaoting sat calmly on the sofa, staring at her, and patted his leg. "Sit."
"..."
What a formal word, like inviting someone to sit down during a business meeting, except that while others sit on cold, hard stools, she's sitting on his lap...
Her light body landed. He put his arm around her waist, looked up at her, and asked, "How was it filming with Yang Muyuan?"
Wen Jia paused, then stammered, "How did you know his name was Yang Muyuan?"
“Lin Zhongyuan said it himself, and I’ve investigated him.”
She paused for a few seconds, then cautiously asked, "How... is it?"
"The person is very clean, but I'm still worried."
Wen Jia smiled meaningfully, "Chairman Xu, you don't seem like such an insecure man."
"There's nothing I can do, my girlfriend is too beautiful," he asked slowly. "So how are you going to make me feel safe?"
"..."
So that's where they were waiting for her.
"Shouldn't you also make sure the other men around you know their place?"
"..."
"Do you want everyone to know you have a boyfriend?"
"..."
"They know..."
Xu Shaoting ignored her and asked directly, "Is that right?"
He placed his large hand on her full buttocks, the heat of his palm soothing her body. As he spoke, he slowly massaged her, gradually increasing the pressure as if he were oppressing and threatening her.
"Yes, yes..."
"Then what should we do?" His hand was still roaming over her buttocks.
She deliberately remained defiant, saying, "I don't know either."
"Don't know? How did I do it?"
My buttocks received an even heavier kneading than before.
He asked as he massaged her, "Hmm?"
"Hmm... Post it on WeChat Moments."
"So, are you going to post one too?" Xu Shaoting narrowed his eyes and patted her plump flesh. "Say something."
“I originally wanted to make it official, but now it’s during the movie season…” Wen Jia said, looking aggrieved.
In fact, she had thought about it when he first brought it up on Chinese New Year's Day, but she was currently busy with a role, so it was inappropriate to post it on Weibo, and posting it on WeChat Moments felt too informal.
"I know, I don't need to post on Weibo, just on WeChat Moments."
"Is that what you think?"
"Weibo is your work platform, I'm not that unreasonable."
Wen Jia kissed him and said, "You should have said so earlier. I was originally going to post you on Weibo."
"reason?"
"formal."
She also had her own selfish reasons; she wanted to give him a ceremony, even if it was just a small one.
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting took a deep breath and began to kiss her passionately. He only let go after he had kissed her enough, their noses touching. "So when are you planning to post this on your WeChat Moments?"
"Is this what you call asking me for a formal title?"
"Hmm, I want a formal title. Will you give it to me?"
His hand remained on her hip, poised to act if she gave a negative answer.
Wen Jia answered with actions, taking out her phone; a picture was already in the editing section, but she was stuck.
"What text should we use?" she asked.
“Those two words.” He said meaningfully.
"No, no! It can't be longer than forever!"
Xu Shaoting chuckled, "Then what should we send?"
She tilted her head back and thought for a moment, then gestured with her index finger in the air as if she were writing.
Finally, I happily edited out two words:
"only"
baby.
only.
The same two characters, the same twelve strokes.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
