Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A moment later, Qi Yanxi sighed, looking defeated.
“Fine. I just thought that I would regret it even more if I didn’t come.”
Qi Yanxi believed that if he really loved someone, he should go after her no matter what.
He would still care for her even if she couldn’t love him back — even if she could never love him back.
What did it matter? At least he had tried, sparing no effort and with all his zeal.
He didn’t want to live with all sorts of regrets when he was old, such as “well, if only I had tried a little harder back then,” “if only I had told her ‘I love you,’” or “if only we could have been together then.”
There was no use crying over spilled milk and he only wanted to live in the moment.
“Xiaxia, don’t feel awkward. It’s not your fault that you’re loved.” Qi Yanxi shrugged and grinned, showing his fine white teeth.
An Xiaxia immediately shook her head and said seriously, “No, I’ve always found it very fortunate to be loved.”
After some thought, she looked at Qi Yanxi and smiled. “Thank you for loving me once.”
Thank you for making my teenage years so meaningful.
Thank you for showing me that such love exists in this world.
“What are you talking about?” Sheng Yize came back with three drinks.
Qi Yanxi jumped up and gave him a roguish smile. “We were saying that we should edit the wedding photos, replacing your face with mine. Teehee! I’m going to marry Xiaxia, too!”
Sheng Yize kicked him. “Not in this lifetime.”
Qi Yanxi pursed his lips. “If marrying Xiaxia is out of the question, I can marry you! Little Blacky, I love you! Mwa!”
An Xiaxia was petrified. Somehow, that feminine way of talking suited Qi Yanxi very well!
Sheng Yize smiled and caressed his cheek. “Be a good boy, Little Flower.”
He had lowered his tone, making his voice extremely alluring.
Qi Yanxi jumped away, frightened. “Shit! That was so scary! Stay away from me!”
He promptly ran away. Sheng Yize chuckled, then handed the milk tea to An Xiaxia. “There you go.”
An Xiaxia took it and found that it was still hot — perfect to warm her hands with.
“You and Flower… are really suitable for each other in a way.” An Xiaxia let her imagination fly. “I’m going to start a new story after we get back! It’ll be all about the love-hate and bittersweet relationship between Blacky and Flower…”
Seeing his wife’s sparkling eyes, Sheng Yize felt hopeless. “Can you try to write something normal?”
“What’s not normal about that?” An Xiaxia, the famous slash fiction writer, refused to obey.
“You can write a story about Blacky and Xiaxia. Once upon a time, there was this Blacky who fell in love with Xiaxia. They then lived happily ever after…”
“That’s such a boring story.” An Xiaxia pursed her lips.
Sheng Yize, who had been belittled, was speechless.
His phone vibrated. Sheng Yize picked it up and saw that it was a message from his assistant.
“We managed to track down the IP address of the person who sent the email.”
He replied, “Where?”
The assistant seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, “The Meng family…”
His granny’s home? Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow.
Who could have done such a petty thing?
No, the question should be: how had they found out about what happened back then?
His phone suddenly began to ring. It was from his assistant.
He walked a few steps away before picking it up. “Anything new?”
His assistant sounded like he was going to cry. “Mr. Sheng, someone… posted the content of that email on all the major websites and forums…”
Sheng Yize’s pupils contracted.
