"If I have never loved you, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, but when I fall in love with you, I know better than anyone else how much regret I would have had if I had not met you in this life, and how boring life would be."
He couldn't tell how much he loved her. He only knew that if it weren't for her, there probably wouldn't be anyone who would let him do whatever it takes to get it by attacking him several times.
In a way, she taught him this.
Muse's enthusiasm is the superficial temperament, while Wen Yi is wrapped in a layer of reserve and gentleness, but hidden is a long-term love that is more decisive and patient than anyone else.
"The fate and relationship between us are all unilaterally fought for by you. I know that I have hurt you, and I also know that you have endured a lot in the past five years since I was gone. I am sorry, but no matter how much I say I am sorry, I will not do it." Any real effect.”
He reached out and held her hand, squeezing it gently as usual. Perhaps because these words contained too much content, his low voice gradually became mute, "I love you, I will Use all the years to come to repay the hurt you have suffered and to make you believe that your choice is the right one."
"Yier, marry me again, okay?"
Wen Yi always looked down at him, and she never blinked when he spoke.
The last light of the setting sun fell on his outline. From her perspective, his face was actually not that clear. The faint warm colors rendered his face unreal and handsome.
She heard her own slow voice, "When did you... recover your memory?"
"The last car accident."
"why did not you tell me?"
"Now the effect is pretty good."
"Did you paint this oil painting yourself?"
The man nodded and smiled, "Of course."
It's not unusual for him to be able to draw. Young masters from big families are more or less capable of all kinds of arts. Piano, violin, and painting are all the most basic, but he probably hasn't touched them in a long time.
He was not a professional painter, but in her opinion, this painting was already excellent.
Because although she knew he could draw, she had never seen him draw before after marriage. She was surprised that he still had such skills after not having done so for many years.
"This is what you get up in the middle of the night to do lately?"
"It was painted in the company, but some follow-up work needed to be finished and processed, so it took a few nights."
She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Why did you think of giving this to me as a proposal gift?"
"Don't you like the snow scene in the manor? I'll give you a pair..." He paused, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled softly, "Besides, it's rare for me to spend so much time, energy and thought on preparing something that has no use other than romance. Paint the valuable things and keep them as souvenirs for you.”
“…”
Wen Yi, "Have I agreed to your proposal? I haven't even put on the ring yet. Can you continue this atmosphere until the proposal is successful?"
When Mo Shichen heard this, he seemed to remember something. He reached out and took out the ring box from his coat pocket, opened it, took out the diamond ring, grabbed her hand and put it on the ring finger of his left hand.
“…”
Wen Yi was speechless and tried to pull away her finger angrily, but he still slowly put the ring on it.
The man looked down at her fingers, with a deep smile on his lips, "You have my child in your belly. You eat the food during the day and sleep in my bed at night. If you don't want to marry me, can you marry me?" Who? The proposal is for me to fulfill your little fantasy as a woman. The process of this ceremony is enough. As for the result, is there any other result? "
“…”
After putting on the ring, Mo Shichen stood up from the snow, staring at her slowly and closely with his smiling eyes, and opened his arms towards her, "Come here."
Wen Yi raised her eyes and looked at him.
His eyes remained motionless, and he maintained the posture of opening his arms, as if he would remain like this until she passed.
Soon, she took two steps forward and fell into his arms.
Mo Shichen kissed the top of her hair, then lifted her up and strode into the house with long legs, "It's cold outside, I'll carry you back."
Warmth surrounded his neck, and his heart was filled with soft sweetness. Although it was not overwhelming, it penetrated every pore like a small stream, densely packed with small joys.
Suddenly, she thought of something and said hurriedly, "My painting...you, do you want to just ignore it after using it?"
"Oh, I can only hold you. As for the painting, I'll just let someone bring it in later."
"You can put me down and I'll go on my own while you get the painting."
"No," he refused calmly and neatly, "I just successfully proposed. I want to hold you and my daughter, who is in the mood to care about it."
“…”
She said angrily, "That's my thing, if you give it to me, it's mine!"
"Then when I carry you back, you can come back and get it yourself?"
Wen Yi was so angry that she lowered her head and bit his ear hard.
Ears are sensitive areas, not to mention that it had been a long time since Mo Shichen had fully relieved himself. He reacted quite violently, breathing heavily for a few beats, and said in a warning tone, "Baby, if you want to make me hard, don't use this method." I can handle it with my hands.”
Of course Wen Yi knew what he meant, her face heated up, but she didn't dare to offend this old gangster again, and stayed in his arms.
She raised her hand to play with her ring and said deliberately, "The ring you used to propose is the wedding ring... Mr. Mo, you are really good at making the best use of everything. You are reluctant to buy a new ring."
The man glanced down at her and said tepidly, "I'll give you a big diamond ring every day, okay?"
“…”
Wen Yi said, "Oh, no need."
"Um."
“…”
When Mo Shichen carried her through the living room, he asked Mother Su to send someone to take the painting in and put it away properly. Then he carried her all the way back to the bedroom. After placing her on the single sofa, he leaned over to help her. She took off her scarf and then her coat. The next step was to get straight to the point. She bent down, raised her chin, and kissed her directly.
Like a movie shot that has been rehearsed countless times, it comes naturally and in one go.
The kiss lasted for who knows how long, until Wen Yi almost collapsed on the sofa because she was robbed, and her fingers grasped the fabric of his clothes at some point. When the kiss ended, they separated, and her cheeks turned red unexpectedly. , breathing slightly disorderly.
Mo Shichen picked her up and sat on it, then put her on his lap and held her in his arms.
He gently stroked her abdomen with his hand. Wen Yi's current figure did not show that she was obviously pregnant, but she did look plumper than before, and her hand felt softer.
"Yi'er," the man's voice was hoarse and gentle, "do you want to hold the wedding before you reveal your pregnancy, or do you want to hold it after the child is born?"
Wen Yi didn't react for a moment, "... wedding?"