Connecting to Wan Jiao's live stream isn't something you can do whenever you want.
Or perhaps... someone destined to have their fortune told daily.
Alternatively, they could be people who bought the magical artifacts after she started selling them in her live stream.
Wan Jiao vaguely remembered Shen Songling's nickname on Kuaiyu (a live streaming platform). She pinched her fingertips, and immediately, as if guided by a crystal mirror, she swiftly clicked "accept." The next second, Shen Songling appeared on the split screen of Wan Jiao's live stream.
Wan Jiao: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Shen Songling had already prepared himself mentally, so when Wan Jiao asked, he honestly replied: "[Host, I've received the glass mandarin duck cups. I'm extremely nervous right now. I'm calling you to give myself some courage, and also to have your tens of millions of viewers in your live stream witness this.]"
As soon as Shen Songling appeared on the split screen of Wan Jiao's live stream, the netizens in the live stream recognized him. Now, when he talked about the glass mandarin duck cup and being a witness, they all turned into onlookers.
[Rumor has it that Mr. Shen, the CEO of the Shen Group, is very concerned about his image and dislikes appearing in public online. Has the sun risen in the west today?]
A few days ago, a journalist friend told me that Mr. Shen and his wife's marriage was in trouble and they might be getting a divorce soon. Now that Mr. Shen has bought a pair of glass mandarin duck cups, does that mean he doesn't want a divorce...?
[Mr. and Mrs. Shen are each other's first love and have been together for many years. It would be abnormal for him to want a divorce.]
[Upstairs, how do you know all this so clearly?]
I was their high school and college classmate. Their love story was once the pinnacle of our school, hailed as a textbook example of contemporary romance.
[...]
Netizens watched the drama unfold online, chatting animatedly in the live chat.
Wan Jiao gave a thoughtful "hmm," confirming Shen Songling's answer.
…
Shen Songling stayed in the bathroom for two or three minutes before opening the door and leaving.
Before leaving, he specially changed into an outfit that held special meaning for both him and Mosen: their wedding attire.
He walked with a brisk pace toward Mosen, a confident and gentle smile on his face. To be honest, he was exactly the same person he was at his wedding years ago.
Mo Sen stared at Shen Songling in disbelief, momentarily stunned.
It was... the feeling of her dead memories starting to attack her!
Shen Songling was very satisfied with Mo Sen's reaction. Perhaps because his mood was improving, his aura also underwent a dramatic change. When he walked to Mo Sen's bedside, his tone of voice contained a tenderness that he himself did not realize, "In the past year or so, I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a husband. Instead, you have suffered a lot for me. I am very sorry."
"Sen'er, are you willing to give me a chance to make amends? Let me stand up again, like my legs, to shelter you from the wind and rain, and become your most..."
"Shen Songling," Mo Sen said, not wanting to hear any more, "I'm especially happy that you can stand up. But that's all. I'll send you the divorce papers by express delivery. Now, you can leave."
If Shen Songling didn't know Mo Sen well enough, he definitely wouldn't have been able to stand her decisiveness.
Fortunately... he knew her well enough.
Far from being displeased by her words, he took out the glass mandarin duck cups, held them in his hands, looked at her with a devout and gentle smile, and said, "I will not divorce you unless I die and you are widowed."
If Shen Songling had said those words in a fit of rage, Mo Sen would have thought he was just saying them out of anger. But he wasn't angry at all; he looked at her and smiled so gently.
He's telling the truth.
She was very certain.
"Shen Songling, why do you have to do this? I don't love you anymore, why can't you let me go, and let yourself go too?"
Shen Songling narrowed his eyes, his gaze revealing a depth that Mo Sen could not fathom. "You don't love me anymore?"
Despite his unease, Mo Sen forced a reply, "Yes, I don't love you anymore!"
“Since that’s the case…” Shen Songling hesitated, then handed over the glass mandarin duck cup in his hand, “Then I will make you fall in love with me again, and for the rest of your life, you will only love me.”
Mo Sen stared blankly at the glass mandarin duck cups.
Shen Songling: "Why didn't you accept the cup I gave you? Are you scared?"
“Why should I be afraid?” Morsen’s voice rose several decibels. “I simply don’t want what you’re giving me.”
"Is that so?" Shen Songling asked expressionlessly.
Mosen nodded.
Based on her understanding of Shen Songling, she knew he should have slammed the door and left.
But he didn't.
He bent down, his gaze meeting hers at the same level, and spoke again, "Mosen, after so many years of relationship, are you really willing to give it up? Are you so eager to divorce me and sever all ties?"
Mosen: "Yes!"
With a single "yes," she shattered all of Shen Songling's confidence. He was afraid, he chickened out; he couldn't afford to gamble, but he was willing to believe in Wan Jiao and the fifth-grade spiritual artifact she was selling.
That was his only hope!
Lowering his eyes slightly, after glancing at the phone still connected to Wan Jiao, Shen Songling changed his tone and said, "I have a condition."
Mosen: "You go ahead."
Shen Songling glanced at the glass mandarin duck cups, "If you accept it, I'll agree to your request."
Mosen hesitated.
Shen Songling coaxed, "It's just a cup, how could it possibly change your decision?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Sen broke into a wide smile. "Of course not."
As she finished speaking, she accepted the glass mandarin duck cup that Shen Songling handed her, saying, "Thank you."
Mo Sen's words reached Shen Songling's ears, and Wan Jiao also spoke up, "You gave it to her, she accepted it and thanked you, so the conditions for the gift were met!"
[Answerer, do you mean they won't get divorced?]
[It's just a cup, is it really that magical?]
…
Before coming out of the restroom, Shen Songling put on Bluetooth earphones. The words Wan Jiao said through the earphones finally put his mind at ease.
Overjoyed, he placed his phone at the foot of the hospital bed, cupped Mo Sen's face in his hands, and said, "Mo Sen, let's not get a divorce, okay?"
Mo Sen was initially very determined to get a divorce; she had even planned out how she would live her future life. But after accepting the cup from Shen Songling and thanking him, she suddenly felt incredibly stupid for what she had just done.
At this moment, Mo Sen's mind was filled with thoughts of: she and Shen Songling loved each other, so why did they have to separate? He had already stood up, and he said he would do better than before, so what reason did she have to separate? They couldn't be separated, not even death could separate them.
"good!"
The sheer decisiveness with which he uttered the single word "good" surprised Mo Sen.
But then came a sigh of relief.
It's that feeling of sudden enlightenment, like a glimmer of light.
Having received the answer he wanted, Shen Songling pressed his forehead against Mo Sen's, his joy barely concealed as he said, "Wife, I love you."
Mo Sen: "Honey, I love you too."
After a long and deep kiss, the two looked at each other tenderly and almost simultaneously said again:
"Honey, shall we have a baby?"
"Honey, I want to have a baby for you."
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