As soon as the speech ended.
Yan Cheng’s serious expression instantly vanished. His alluring peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curved into a faint smile, transforming him into a crafty fox.
He handed the microphone to the host and quickly walked off the stage. Under the burning gazes of all the students below, he walked straight toward a specific direction without a sideways glance.
Following his path with their eyes.
At the end of their line of sight was a beautiful young lady holding a chubby baby.
The young lady was dressed simply, but her elegance was remarkable.
When she saw Yan Cheng walking toward her, she was visibly stunned for a moment. Then her lips curved into a gentle smile as she mouthed silently, “My arms are so sore.”
The chubby baby had tired himself out playing and was already sleeping sweetly on her shoulder, breathing softly. Chen Jinyao could smell the milk scent from the little one’s breath.
Yan Cheng walked swiftly to her side and without a word carefully took the baby into his arms.
Chen Jinyao shook her hands and flexed her wrists, taking out some tissue from her small bag: “My neck is covered in his drool.”
Around them were examining gazes, accompanied by scattered exclamations of “Oh!”
Yan Cheng acted as if he hadn’t heard anything and ignored it all. He had already completed his speech duties, and his time was now free. “He is quite heavy. This little guy eats too well. You should have just let him sleep on the ground.”
“…” Chen Jinyao glared at him.
“Come on, let me show you around my alma mater,” he said.
Chen Jinyao followed him as they walked out. “I’ve already seen it.”
“That doesn’t count – you didn’t have me as your guide,” Yan Cheng rejected her words without thinking. “By the way, let’s get lunch first.”
As always, he acted as if no one else existed.
There were still fifteen to twenty minutes of wrap-up work in the venue.
The students watched as their senior Yan led away his wife, whom he couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning. After a moment of silence, the female students began squealing excitedly.
That afternoon, a detailed account of this scene appeared on the university’s internal forum, along with blurry photos taken in the dim lighting.
The thread kept getting bumped up by countless people, eventually reaching the homepage.
This single act turned everything around.
It made people completely forget about his previously self-ruined reputation.
It was actually a fortunate coincidence. Without any effort, Yan Cheng had shed his “henpecked husband” label and instead established himself as a “devoted husband.”
In this information age, anything with a bit of popularity could become widely known in an instant. The next morning, both “Yan Cheng” and the phrase “Yan Cheng loves his wife” appeared in the trending topics on Weibo.
The marketing department seized this rare opportunity, quietly giving Zhiyuan Technology, which no longer needed publicity, free advertising.
Chen Jinyao was lying in bed when she came across these two trending topics, and she was stunned for a long time.
It was truly unexpected. The headlines exaggerated the facts, making her blush.
After thinking about it with narrowed eyes, she simply lay on her side, making rustling sounds as she moved. Looking at Yan Cheng who was fighting over toys with their son, she pouted and handed him the phone.
“Oh?” He was very surprised.
His familiar voice carried a hint of laziness.
After a pause of two seconds, he continued speaking, his voice carrying an electrifying magnetism: “I can’t believe I’m this sensational.”
“…”
He scrolled down to read the comments.
The upward curve of his lips kept increasing.
He was nearly smug to the point of losing his bearings.
Little Yan Zhizhi couldn’t stand seeing his father’s insufferable expression. He wiggled his bottom forward and stretched out his chubby little arm like a lotus root, giving his father an unceremonious slap.
“Daddy, play cars with me.”
“Daddy’s busy now, go find Mommy,” Yan Cheng brushed away his little flesh paw, and with his arm around behind him, patted his little bottom absent-mindedly.
As soon as he finished speaking.
He came across a highly upvoted comment.
The comment read: This must be fake, probably just an image. Loves his wife? Who in the capital doesn’t know that when Young Master Yan got married, he didn’t even have a wedding ceremony! Moreover, these business owners are even better at creating public personas than entertainment celebrities.
His smile froze as Yan Cheng pressed his lips together.
His gaze scanned back and forth over these lines.
Oh!
A sudden realization struck him.
After a long while, Yan Cheng let out a breath and looked up to meet his son’s clear grape-like big eyes. He snorted, and the little one imitated him with a snort of his own. After snorting, he grinned, showing his tiny corn-like teeth.
“Wife.” He looked away toward Chen Jinyao, who was already sitting up preparing to get up and wash. “I suddenly realized what this little guy is useful for.”
Chen Jinyao: “????”
What kind of talk was that! Having a son just to see what use he could be?
Seeing Chen Jinyao’s confused and even slightly disgusted expression, Yan Cheng raised an eyebrow, gathered his thoughts, and continued on his own: “He can be our flower boy.”
“Our little flower boy,” he said casually.
This nearly made Chen Jinyao, who had just put on her slippers, trip over her own feet.
In the moment when she almost cried out in shock like thunder and lightning, she quickly reacted, supporting herself against the nearby wall to barely stay steady. She turned her head, lowered her gaze, her black eyelashes trembling slightly. She didn’t speak, only looking at Yan Cheng with a somewhat strange expression.
“Chen Jinyao.”
He looked at her very seriously.
He called her full name properly.
This setup was completely prepared for saying something important.
Chen Jinyao blinked, also becoming alert, “Go on.”
Then, in the next second, she saw Yan Cheng sit up with a sudden movement, randomly running his hands through his messy bed hair. He looked up at her, his chest rising and falling once, and smiled faintly, saying: “I still owe you a wedding.”
“…”
Chen Jinyao looked horrified and stammered, “We’re already an old married couple…”
Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
The voice that interrupted her was lazy and deep, tinged with hints of laughter.
“Let’s pick an auspicious date.”
Chen Jinyao: “…”
Can’t you understand what I’m saying!
“But it’ll have to wait a while longer,” he thought carefully.
The preliminary preparation work was definitely needed – if they were going to do it, they had to do it perfectly.
Chen Jinyao mumbled, “There’s no need, it’s too much trouble.”
Why do you keep coming up with these ideas?
“There is a need.”
“You’ll look beautiful in a wedding dress.”
Yan Cheng’s last casually spoken words broke through Chen Jinyao’s final defense, leaving her not knowing where to put her hands and feet.
She was red-faced for quite a while, not knowing how to respond.
When she finally calmed down completely.
Her ears were still burning hot.
She pressed her lips together, pretending to be calm as she threw out: “You’re crazy.”
Late September.
The scorching summer had quietly withdrawn its thorns.
Several consecutive days of cool weather let the entire capital catch its breath.
Yan Cheng cleared a few days.
To give Chen Jinyao a grand wedding.
The wedding was originally planned to be in a coastal city in the south, with ocean waves, sandy beaches, blue sky and white clouds – how romantic.
And there was also the legend of “the end of the world” there.
Unfortunately, many people vetoed it because “the location was too far,” and among these many people was Chen Jinyao, who didn’t like to make things complicated.
After her soft persistence, Yan Cheng had to compromise.
So, in the end, it was still in the capital.
The location was at the most luxurious hotel in the capital, situated on a hillside overlooking the entire city, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides of the top floor’s luxury suite.
Vaguely remembering, it was the hotel where Yan Cheng had secretly contacted to take Chen Jinyao for a romantic getaway during the Qixi Festival that year, but was interrupted and stopped by a phone call from Yan’s mother, and afterward, there was never another chance.
It’s not that there weren’t chances, it’s just that some things, if not done at the time, become hard to remember later.
The eve of the wedding.
Chen Jinyao prepared to return to her maiden home.
Little Yan Zhizhi looked at his father, then at his mother.
His little eyebrows scrunched together in a bundle, making decisions was really too difficult. After pondering for several seconds, he resolutely took Chen Jinyao’s hand, “Mommy, let’s go.”
Yan Cheng’s flirtatious glances were wasted: “…”
Little brat! Ungrateful little thing!
The bridesmaids were found by the Yan family’s side, and Chen Jinyao knew them.
Chen Jinlin wanted to accompany her sister,
but she had married Luo Xiao a year ago.
It wasn’t quite appropriate for a married person to be a bridesmaid.
But she still went back to the Chen family, thinking she could have some sisterly heart-to-heart talks with Chen Jinyao at night.
She privately thought her sister was skilled at managing her husband!
However, before they could chat for long.
Chen Jinlin’s attention was completely stolen by little Yan Zhizhi.
She was so fond of this soft and cute little nephew that when she heard him sweetly call her auntie, she wanted to pick him up and shower him with kisses.
Now being pulled by the little dumpling to play with him for a while, she lost all sense of direction. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she narrowed her eyes, showing a mischievous auntie’s smile, and crooked her finger, making the little dumpling turn to look at her, “Zhizhi, would you like auntie to give you a little sister?”
Yan Zhizhi blinked his eyes: “…”
He didn’t know what a little sister was.
On the wedding day.
The bride woke up very early, forced to wake up.
With sleepy eyes, while her mind was still foggy, she was pressured to go get her makeup done, her heart still thinking about Yan Zhizhi who had just been curled up in her arms.
After simply brushing her teeth and washing her face, she was pulled out of the bedroom. Before leaving, she looked back, and with this look, her forehead throbbed. That Chen Jinlin had somehow sneaked onto the bed at some point, occupying her position and her son.
“…” Her feelings were complicated.
Everything proceeded according to plan.
While Chen Jinlin was drowsily but energetically preparing to transform into today’s most beautiful protagonist, on the other side, Yan Cheng was in high spirits, dressed in a suit, emanating the charm of a groom from head to toe.
Having finished early,
it was now a long wait.
Yan Cheng couldn’t sit still, examining himself in the full-length mirror from all 360 degrees without any blind spots, being extremely picky. If there was even a slight dissatisfaction, he would bother the makeup artist.
Shao Chongsi and the others sat lazily on the sofa, squinting their eyes with their legs crossed.
A Tai seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
After thinking, he still asked: “The Huo family will be among the guests, right?”
Yan Cheng nodded, “Yes.”
A Tai: “Then…”
“What then?” Chai Yue sneered, “Those old matters are long buried in the ground and you still want to bring them up?”
A Tai frowned slightly but didn’t say anything more.
“The court tried Zhou Xue’s case, and not long after, he immigrated abroad. You know what kind of person he is, always caring about face the most.”
Yan Cheng turned around, looking down at them with lowered eyes while methodically adjusting his cufflinks, which had intricate patterns carved on their facets. He glanced at them, his fingers touching them, then interrupted their conversation.
“Enough, don’t talk about such unlucky people on my happy day.”
“Alright, alright.” Chai Yue closed his mouth and made a zipping motion with his hand, but after a few seconds, he said again, “Then I wish Brother Cheng continued success, give Zhi’er a little sister.”
Yan Cheng: “…”
No more additions, one was already enough for him to handle.
Nine-thirty in the morning.
Yan Cheng went to the Chen family home to pick up the bride.
At the Chen family home.
Chen Jinyao, wearing a white wedding dress that accentuated her graceful figure, sat properly on the bed in the bedroom, smiling as she watched the bridesmaids joke and play around.
When they hit on interesting topics, she would occasionally join in.
Wearing a small shirt with a black bow tie at the collar and checkered suspender pants, little Yan Zhizhi stuck close to Chen Jinyao.
Holding her hand and refusing to let go no matter what, his eyes filled with stars, bright and shining, just staring at her intently.
“Mommy is beautiful.” Such a sweet mouth.
Who knows how many girls he would charm in the future.
Chen Jinyao pinched his chubby face and bent down to bump noses with him, “Mm, Zhizhi is very handsome too.”
The little dumpling got praised and smiled sweetly.
“Grandma says handsome boys match with beautiful girls.”
Chen Jinyao heard his mumbling but didn’t think much of it.
Around ten twenty-five.
Yan Cheng arrived at the Chen family home.
When he stepped out of the car, the first thing that caught people’s eyes were his long legs wrapped in suit pants. As gazes slowly moved upward, the white shirt under his suit was even more eye-catching, with buttons done up to the very top, somehow giving off a sense of restraint. His belt outlined his slim waist, which looked like it could be encompassed by one hand, though in reality he was muscular without clothes but appeared slim in them.
He headed straight for his destination.
There were obvious emotions flickering in his eyes.
Nervousness, excitement, agitation…
Everything was there.
They were already an old married couple.
But the ceremonial feeling brought by this ritual made him feel as if he was getting married for the first time, and behind that door was the girl he loved.
He had overcome many obstacles to get here, and when he stopped to knock on the door, he unconsciously swallowed.
Inside, the bridesmaids were asking for red envelopes.
He passed more than ten through the door crack.
They still said it wasn’t enough.
Yan Cheng narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit irritated.
After a moment of silence.
He took the stack of red envelopes from Chai Yue’s hand and took a photo with his phone.
He sent it to one of the bridesmaids.
Yan Cheng: [Open the door, and they’re all yours.]
She must look beautiful in a wedding dress.
He had imagined it thousands of times in his mind, but none of those imaginings could compare to the excitement of seeing it in person. Within his sight were his wife and child.
His wife smiled sweetly at him, warming his heart completely.
The teasing voices around them gradually faded away.
Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the moment when the groom would princess-carry the bride.
Yan Cheng curved his lips.
Looking steadily at Chen Jinyao.
Walking toward her step by step.
He lowered his gaze, his heart trembling.
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to hug her, and also wanted to hide her where no one else could see.
He guessed his voice must be hoarse now, like someone who hadn’t drunk water for too long.
His lips moved imperceptibly, but before he could call out “Wife,” he was cut off by a crisp voice.
The crisp voice came from his own son.
“Mommy.”
“You should go with Zhizhi, when Zhizhi grows up, I’ll take care of you!”
“We don’t want Daddy anymore.”
“Zhizhi loves you!!!”
Yan Cheng: “……”
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