ATLAS TRANSLATES

After staying in the hospital for two days, the small child who had fallen into the water and their parents came to visit Shu He. They brought a large pile of gifts and left only after expressing their gratitude repeatedly.

When it was time to be discharged, Shu He didn’t continue staying at her parents’ home and prepared to return to her own place.

Yao Qing and Shu Hua seemed somewhat reluctant to let her go, but ultimately didn’t say anything. However, at the end, Shu Hua said something to Jing Yi, and the man nodded seriously in response.

Shu He originally wanted to drive, but Jing Yi was unusually firm and carried her to the passenger seat.

After fastening her seatbelt, she looked at the person in the driver’s seat, suppressing the worry in her heart.

But she was still curious: “What did my dad say to you?”

Jing Yi focused on the road ahead and didn’t hide anything from her: “Uncle said that if I ever disappoint you in the future, he would break my legs and put me back in a wheelchair.”

“……”

Shu He smiled wordlessly.

When they got home, Jing Yi immediately told her to rest, treating her like a porcelain doll.

“…..I’m not that fragile.”

But Jing Yi was particularly serious as he made her sit on the sofa. “No, we’re getting our marriage certificate tomorrow. I can’t let my future wife have any accidents.”

“……..”

What kind of accident could happen at home…

Shu He sighed and watched him bustle about. First, he moved the few pots of mint leaves she was growing outside, then rolled up his sleeves to wash fruit.

“After we get our marriage certificate tomorrow, should we go out to celebrate?” she asked, biting into the grape he fed her. The juice burst in her mouth, very sweet.

He nodded, having no objection: “What movie shall we watch?”

At this suggestion, Shu He took out her phone to browse options.

She leaned against his embrace, eating the fruit he fed her, with the screen placed between them.

Many new films had been released recently. They eventually chose a romance film, and after making the payment, the screen displayed their tickets. Shu He remembered something.

“When is the concert?”

“The first of next month.”

Shu He checked the calendar—that was two weeks away.

“Do you need to go rehearse?”

Her red lips, wet from eating fruit, looked just like ripe, full berries. The way they opened and closed at such close range was truly tempting.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gripped her chin and kissed her.

He bit down, causing her to pinch his waist before he obediently stopped.

His hot tongue explored her mouth, the sweet grape flavor making him suck more insatiably, as if he wanted to swallow her whole like a grape.

After tasting the fruit briefly, he answered her earlier question in a husky voice: “I should go. Will you come with me?”

Shu He was drinking hot water, her red lips glistening. Hearing this, she looked at him: “I’m not staff… can I go?”

“Should be possible. I’ll ask.”

Since there was still plenty of time, they stopped worrying about it.

But that night in bed, both of them had trouble falling asleep.

After tossing and turning for a while, their eyes met in the dim light, and something seemed to be silently fermenting between them—

Since they couldn’t sleep, they might as well expend some energy.

He was truly like a little dog, enjoying biting her all over her body. His high, straight nose buried between her soft peaks, and the strawberry-like tips were licked and bitten until slightly swollen.

But when he bit her neck, Shu He stopped him.

“We need to take photos tomorrow.”

He paused, unusually obedient, and chose a different spot to bite.

—

When Shu He woke up the next day, she clearly felt discomfort in the place that had been stretched open for so long. It was sore and swollen, as if it hadn’t recovered yet.

Jing Yi got up before her, and by the time she finished washing up, he had already prepared breakfast.

Seeing her sit down slowly, he massaged her waist apologetically: “Not feeling well?”

Shu He contentedly took a sip of honey water, ignoring him.

Jing Yi stared at her rosy lips, his throat going dry: “How about we rest after getting our marriage certificate? Skip the movie?”

Shu He glared at him with displeasure: “No way.”

She had seen the movie trailer yesterday and was quite interested.

After breakfast, Shu He changed into a white dress with a slight V-neck bordered with lace. A shimmering silver chain accentuated the woman’s slender waist. As she was applying makeup, Jing Yi came out in his own outfit.

This was the first time since university that she’d seen him wear a white shirt, paired with black suit pants. His long legs were straight, his figure tall and upright, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had carefully styled his slightly curly black hair and wore cool silver-rimmed glasses. This combination gave him an air of refined handsomeness.

As he slowly buttoned up his shirt, the well-defined muscles were gradually concealed by the ascetic white fabric.

Holding her eyeliner, she praised him generously: “So handsome!”

Jing Yi’s lips curved upward as he bent down to press his face against hers, looking at the two of them in the mirror. “You’re beautiful too.”

Shu He smiled and pushed him away slightly: “Wait for me, I’m almost done.”

Jing Yi made a sound of agreement. On the surface, he didn’t seem impatient at all, but as he sat on the sofa watching her, he couldn’t help but become lost in thought.

When she finished her makeup, Shu He sprayed some perfume on herself. Jing Yi saw this and wanted to get the perfume she had given him.

But now there was no more his or hers—occasionally when she couldn’t find her own, she would simply use his.

Seemingly aware of what he was about to do, Shu He walked over in her small heels and hugged him for a moment.

Though confused, he obediently hugged her back.

When Shu He pulled away, she explained with a smile: “I’ve transferred some perfume to you, so you don’t need to spray any.”

Jing Yi couldn’t help but smell his wrist, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he made a sound of approval. He liked this way of sharing perfume.

Before going to the civil affairs bureau, they went to the hospital to pick up their pre-marital health check reports.

Shu He looked at her own—everything was normal. She turned to look at Jing Yi, whose expression was calm, showing no unusual signs.

Her heart skipped a beat: “What’s wrong?”

His dark eyes looked over at her, and after two seconds, he pointed to something and said seriously: “I’m excellent.”

Shu He saw the report on male sperm quality, and while relieved, she gave him an exasperated look: “Then why do you have that expression?”

He put away the report and took her hand again. “I’ve been nervous for several days, afraid there might be something wrong with me. Now it seems, sister, congratulations—you’re about to have a handsome, capable, completely normal, high-quality husband.”

“…..”

Was he congratulating her or praising himself?

Shu He laughed wordlessly. She had applied especially delicate makeup today, and now her eyes curved beautifully, her upturned gaze enchanting, so beautiful that one couldn’t look away.

“Let’s go then, my future husband.”

…..

At the civil affairs bureau, from arrival to receiving their certificates, it took just one hour.

Shu He looked at their red booklets and couldn’t help but imitate him: “Congratulations, Jing Yi, you now officially have a beautiful, gentle, smart, money-making wife who adores and loves you tremendously.”

They had left home unmarried, and in just a few hours, their status had changed… this feeling was indeed quite different.

There weren’t many people watching the movie today. They arrived just in time, and there weren’t many people in the couple’s seats in the last row. Jing Yi lifted the middle divider and held her hand again.

Shu He held a bucket of popcorn in her arms. In the dim light, she slowly ate a few pieces, then fed some to the person beside her—

Her fingertips were enveloped by warm wetness, teeth gently applying pressure. She tried to pull back, but the person biting her was like a greedy puppy, unwilling to let go.

Amidst the laughter triggered by the movie, Shu He silently glared at him, her other hand instinctively clutching the popcorn tighter, feeling as if her fingertips were soaking in wet cola.

…..

By the time the movie ended, both the popcorn and cola were still half full.

She had watched the plot intermittently, and the culprit beside her still looked innocent. Shu He didn’t want to hold hands with him, but he forcefully inserted his hand, while simultaneously asking for her forgiveness like he was pouting.

Shu He simply couldn’t stay angry at that face. She helplessly pinched his cheek: “Can’t you be more proper?”

He pushed his glasses up, and his handsome face suddenly drew close to hers. His voice was low, sounding somewhat sexy, “Sister, today is our wedding night.”

He emphasized each word deliberately, “Do you really want to wander around outside?”

His direct, burning gaze was too intense, like deliberately lighting a fire inside her body. She inexplicably began to feel hot, as if indeed… wandering around wasn’t very interesting.

Better to go home.

She swallowed, pretending to be calm: “Fine, let’s go home.”

Jing Yi looked at her upturned eyes and couldn’t help but smile, “Mm, whatever my wife says.”

…..

The door lock made a beeping sound. Footsteps became chaotic, and with a “bang,” Shu He hung on him, legs wrapped around her man’s waist, head lowered to kiss him.

From pecks to passionate entanglements, all their breaths were deeply intertwined. She couldn’t help but try to escape a little, but he instinctively followed.

When they fell into the soft bed, Shu He had no time to say anything. The white dress was peeled off inch by inch, until something cool pressed against her flat stomach.

She unconsciously grabbed the pillow, her breathing a bit chaotic: “….Take off your glasses.”

He pretended not to understand. His hot lips and cold glasses seemed to be pulling at her together, stirring up waves of desire that were difficult to calm, even growing more intense.

Her slender legs were somehow folded into an M-shape. He was like a vassal bowing to her, kneeling and worshipping, greedily tasting her.

As much as Shu He usually liked him wearing glasses, right now she wished she could throw them away herself.

Until she blissfully shed tears and sweet waters, he, still wearing his glasses, leaned over to kiss her. Her flushed, misty-eyed appearance as she gasped for breath—

So beautiful that he wanted to press into her deepest parts.

…..

Tears of physical pleasure welled up in the corners of Shu He’s eyes, and warm lips gently absorbed them.

“Sister, you’re so beautiful.”

Beautiful everywhere.

So beautiful he could never get enough.

…..

Shu He felt like she was a dessert being prepared.

Jing Yi studiously asked questions of her, someone with experience in making desserts, but she couldn’t speak at all.

Fortunately, he was a good student who could teach himself.

Like whipping cream, his movements were fast and heavy. The red, sweet cake base whipped up strands of white foam, but soon, from somewhere came sugar water that wet both the unfinished dessert and the tools used to make it.

…. …

They made love several times. When they had returned home, it was still light out, but now it was eight o’clock.

Her core felt numb. After applying medicine for her, he was sent to make dinner.

Shu He, wearing a newly donned camisole nightgown, yawned as she walked into his studio, looking for a blank notebook.

She rarely came here. The notebook on the desk was in use, so she simply opened the drawer to look for a new one.

But after searching for a while, her gaze slowly fell on a document at the very bottom.

The languid contentment after their lovemaking dissipated inch by inch. She took out the document, and when she saw its contents, her blood seemed to freeze, and her ears buzzed with silence.

A suicide note.

And another document—a property transfer agreement.

[Upon Mr. Jing Yi’s death, all property is voluntarily gifted to Ms. Shu He.]

Shu He’s gaze moved frantically away from these glaring words. At the end of the document, the effective date was a year ago.

She sluggishly pieced everything together.

At that time, he must have just had the car accident.

Liang Xu had also mentioned that back then, he truly, truly was determined to commit suicide.