He is honest with her, respects her, doesn’t force her, allowing her to feel truly valued and cherished.
This feeling, like so kind of magical dicine, makes i Xiang unable to free herself.
After a while, i Xiang takes a deep breath, "Brother Cheng."
"Hm?"
"I..." i Xiang purses her lips, "Will there ever co a day when you grow tired of and don’t want anymore?"
Chen Cheng is taken aback for a mont, precisely one-tenth, to be exact, and indeed it reduces the sense of security for i Xiang, who has left her holand.
"What silly things are you saying?" Chen Cheng puts on a serious face, "Aren’t you still going to have children for ?"
Hearing this, i Xiang’s cheeks slightly blush.
"I won’t make promises lightly, but as long as you choose to stay by my side, I will do everything I can to take care of you, to protect you."
"From beginning to end, it will never change."
Listening to Chen Cheng’s words, the unease in i Xiang’s heart gradually dissipates.
That’s right, she traveled across the ocean to a completely foreign land, if not for the pursuit of true love, and the freedom unbound by interests?
Chen Cheng’s complex emotional life, indeed, poses a huge challenge for her.
But at the sa ti, Chen Cheng’s honesty, respect, and tenderness gave her an unprecedented sense of security and feeling of being cherished.
This feeling, sothing she had never experienced in that cold society from her childhood until adulthood.
Here, she is an independent individual, a woman who is loved.
Chen Cheng has not made any promises to her, but through actions, he proves his valuation of her.
Whether it’s the initial 2 billion to help Xingye Products out of trouble, or later on, finding loopholes to help her out of a tight spot.
Or before coming here, using all possible connections to plan for her future.
Everything Chen Cheng has done, he never asked i Xiang for any promises in return, he just quietly contributed, providing her with the utmost support and help.
"One out of nine" might each have their rits, but as Chen Cheng said, each of them is unique.
And i Xiang also believes that she can find her own place among them.
"I..."
"I..."
i Xiang’s voice chokes, a million words gather in her heart, but she doesn’t know how to express them.
She looks at Chen Cheng, tears glistening in her eyes, reflecting the moving cars outside the window.
The surging love in her heart breaks through all hesitations and concerns, eventually turning into a bold move.
She suddenly leans in, wrapping her arms around Chen Cheng’s neck, pressing her lips against his.
Although the girl’s kiss is naive, it is filled with the passion of a mature woman, with an unyielding tenacity, clinging tightly to Chen Cheng’s lips.
i Xiang closes her eyes, feeling the softness and warmth at the touch, inhaling the familiar scent of Chen Cheng.
At this mont, the world seems to stand still, only the mingled breathing of the two remains in the carriage.
i Xiang pours all her love, all her anxiety, and all her expectations into this kiss.
She just wants to give herself completely to Chen Cheng at this mont, to feel this hard-earned love.
Chen Cheng’s response is tender and firm.
He is clear, i Xiang’s kiss is not just a kiss, it is also a promise, a choice.
The kiss lasts a long ti, a very long ti...
Until both are a little breathless, they reluctantly part.
i Xiang’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes dazed, like a delicate and dripping rose.
"I think..." she mutters, her gaze lingering on him.
Chen Cheng wraps his arms around her limp body, "To the hotel."
Chen Donghai has long been accustod to what goes on in the back seat, and upon hearing Chen Cheng’s order, he says, "Alright, Mr. Chen."
"Eh?!"
i Xiang suddenly rembers sothing, "No, we still need to go back to Wanbao Hall to get ingredients, we have to cook tonight!"
Chen Cheng glances at the ti, smiles, and nods, "So we go back?"
"Yes!"
This ti, without a word from Chen Cheng, Chen Donghai has already rerouted their destination.
"Eh?!"
"Has little i Xiang encountered a new problem?"
"Just now Miss ng called you ’ye’ (grandfather), what does that an?" i Xiang asks, puzzled, "And this gentleman, calls you ’Mr. Chen,’ Chen Cheng, have you beco a grandfather?"
Chen Cheng’s laughter echos in the car, joyful, helpless, but also indulgent.
He laughed so much that his shoulders trembled slightly, the vibrations in his chest transferring to i Xiang, causing her to chuckle lightly as well, although she still didn’t quite understand what was so funny.
"Silly girl,"
Chen Cheng had his fill of laughter, then rubbed i Xiang’s head, "Wan Wan calls Mr. Chen out of dependency and love. Xiao Hai calls Mr. Chen out of respect."
"It’s not what you think it is."
i Xiang suddenly realized that she had misunderstood, causing quite a mix-up.
She lowered her head, slightly embarrassed, her cheeks reddened more, resembling a ripe apple.
"So..." i Xiang asked in a low voice, with a hint of probing, "you don’t have children yet?"
Chen Cheng, watching i Xiang’s shy deanor, felt a stir in his heart and couldn’t resist teasing her, "Why? Are you that eager to have children for ?"
i Xiang blushed even more, nearly to the point of dripping blood.
She lightly hit Chen Cheng in the chest, complaining, "Annoying! Don’t make fun of !"
Chen Cheng caught i Xiang’s hand and kissed it lightly on the lips, "Alright, alright, enough teasing. I don’t have any yet, but..."
He paused, his eyes flashing with tenderness, "If i Xiang is willing, I’m very much looking forward to it."
Hearing Chen Cheng’s straightforward words, i Xiang’s face revealed a peaceful smile, "Mm!"
"Then... then... I also want to co up with a nickna for you!"
Chen Cheng hugged i Xiang tighter, "What do you want to call ?"
i Xiang pondered for a mont, then suddenly lifted her head, looking determinedly at Chen Cheng, "Husband?"
"Say it again."
i Xiang covered her mouth and giggled, "しゅじん."
"Shujin," which ans "husband" in Japanese, but coming from i Xiang’s mouth, it was more than just a simple nickna; it seed like a confession filled with nurous unsaid words.
It represented i Xiang’s love for Chen Cheng, her hopes for the future, and her commitnt and promise to this relationship.
Hearing i Xiang call out this na in her mother tongue, Chen Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, a warm current filling his entire being.
He hugged i Xiang tightly, whispering in her ear, "I like it when you call that."
i Xiang snuggled into Chen Cheng’s embrace, "Then from now on... in private, I’ll call you that."
"Good, my sweet i Xiang."
The carriage was no longer under the shadow of silence, just filled with the sound of i Xiang’s laughter.
...
...
Back at Wanbao Hall, as soon as the two of them got out of the car, i Xiang’s eyes were fixed.
"Eh?! What’s that?"
Chen Cheng followed the direction of her pointing finger, and there stood a tanghulu (candied fruit) cart.
"Tanghulu."
"Is it tasty?"
"Sweet and sour," Chen Cheng replied.
i Xiang pursed her lips, "I want to try so."
"Sure."
They walked over to the cart, where Chen Cheng bought one skewer, then another.
i Xiang ate with squinted eyes, trailing behind Chen Cheng, stepping over the threshold.
"Back already?" Xiao ier asked.
Chen Cheng nodded, handing her the other skewer, "Here, want a bite?"
"Still treating like a little girl, huh?"
"i Xiang hasn’t tried it before, so I bought two skewers."
Xiao ier then noticed i Xiang thoroughly enjoying her tanghulu.
i Xiang eagerly shared with Xiao ier, "ier Sister, this! It’s really good!"
"Really?" Xiao ier smiled sweetly, taking the tanghulu from Chen Cheng’s hand, biting into a hawthorn, "Hmm, not bad."
She continued while eating, "Would you like to go pick out so vegetables for cooking? They’re all very fresh."
"Uh-huh!"
Both nibbling, they walked towards the preparation room.
Chen Cheng sat down at the tea table by the door, watching their retreating figures, then glanced at the gradually clearing sky outside.
He put on a pot of water, propped up his legs comfortably, and leaned back in his chair.
With a rhythmic tapping of his leg, his toes keeping the beat, he humd, "Lang ge li ge lang, eh! Lang ge li ge lang~"
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