Chapter 39 Si Yuan, Remember Today

Chapter 39 Si Yuan, Remember Today

"The Jiang family has no history of divorce and has always been faithful to one man. That's how my parents taught me."

The car stopped; we had finally arrived at our destination.

Si Yuan looked outside. Night had fallen, and the sea had turned a tranquil deep blue, with a few pale orange-red specks floating on the distant horizon.

It's very romantic.

She heard Jiang Wang say, "So Si Yuan, you need to understand what your 'okay' means."

"I'm giving you one last chance. Think it over carefully."

"Marry me?"

He asked him again.

This time, it wasn't through a phone, but face to face.

At the beach, in the car, the two were so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing.

The seagulls, which had been perched on the bridge in the distance, were suddenly startled and took flight in a flock.

Si Yuan had never seen Jiang Wang so serious before.

She had always thought of Jiang Wang as frivolous, carefree, unrestrained, and reckless.

But one day, he told her that he would only have one partner in his life.

She is the right person to be my partner.

When someone who has never been firmly chosen hears these words, their heart seems to stop beating.

She rolled down the car window, letting the sea breeze rush in, ruffling her hair and trying to wake herself up.

A fair and delicate face became even more radiant in the twilight.

She seemed to have matured in an instant.

Jiang Wang stared at her without moving.

"Jiang Wang".

"Um."

"What exactly is the real you?"

"What you see is the real me."

Why do you want to marry me?

"Because if I had to choose someone to spend my life with, I would have no reason not to choose you."

Si Yuan pondered each word of those words in her heart.

Yes, her personality is indeed very suitable for being a quiet and honest housewife.

His choice stemmed from this, didn't it?

Jiang Wangxiang lit a cigarette, probably because he still didn't believe that Si Yuan would really agree to marry him.

suddenly.

"good."

Jiang Wang slightly raised his downcast eyebrows.

She gave the same answer.

After careful consideration, Si Yuan still agreed.

Jiang Wang suddenly opened the car door and got out.

He walked around the car and went straight to Si Yuan.

Si Yuan raised her bright, innocent eyes and looked at him, somewhat bewildered, with a touch of her usual sadness.

Then, he ran his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp coolness, mingled with the crisp scent of mint cigarettes emanating from him, and landed on Si Yuan's lips.

This kiss lacked any of its usual frivolity, carrying instead a restrained and precious feeling.

His fingertips brushed past her ear, and she could even feel the slight tremor in his fingertips.

Si Yuan's eyelashes trembled, and the hand that was originally pressed against his chest quietly curled up a corner of his shirt.

Jiang Wang seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and tried to press it into his chest.

The last vestiges of orange-red on the distant horizon sank completely, and the sound of waves washed over the wheels, making the breathing inside the carriage even longer and more drawn out.

Jiang Wang only let go of her when she gently turned her head to breathe.

His forehead pressed against hers, his eyes churning with emotions she had never seen before, like undercurrents in the deep sea.

"Si Yuan, remember today."

He paused, his fingertips tracing her wrist bone, as if trying to etch her warmth into his very being: "From now on, you are not alone."

From today onward, your life will get better.

Si Wang looked into his dark eyes and suddenly remembered the first time he met Jiang Wang. He was standing in the sunlight streaming through the window crack, with dust motes dancing behind him.

She sniffed, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Jiang Wang, you never bully me."

Therefore, she thought that marrying Jiang Wang might be the best choice for him.

Jiang Wang suddenly laughed.

He looked at her, then at the boundless sea.

He can be really bad; he'll bully anyone.

Except for Si Yuan.

——

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a sliver of moonlight shone in, falling on the corner of Si Yuan's eye.

Jiang Wang kissed the small mole under her eye, his palm pressed against her lower back, the heat so intense it felt like it was being branded into her skin.

She murmured softly, calling his name: "Jiang Wang..."

Jiang Wang's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his nose brushed against the stray hairs on her forehead: "You've found someone who's 1.9 meters tall again."

She didn't say anything, but snuggled closer to him, her earlobe brushing against his lips, causing a slight tickle.

The moonlight slowly moved past the foot of the bed, and the sound of the waves became the gentlest rhythm in the background.

He tightened his arms around her, completely enveloping her in his warmth and blending her into the moonlight of the night.

——

The next day, Si Yuan was awakened by the sunlight.

She was exhausted both physically and mentally these past few days, and last night she was even more tired, so she slept very soundly.

Si Yuan's eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't feel the familiar warmth beside her before slowly sitting up, propping herself up on the pillow.

He was wearing Jiang Wang's shirt, and he smelled like Jiang Wang.

She rubbed her hair and walked out of the bedroom. As soon as she turned the corner in the hallway, she smelled the aroma of fried eggs wafting over.

At the kitchen doorway, Jiang Wang was standing with his back to her in front of the stove. He was wearing a white shirt rolled up to his forearms, with a light gray apron over it, the straps of which were tied in a neat knot at his back.

The morning light fell on his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and even the way he handled the spatula exuded a sharp and efficient air, making him look completely different from his usual carefree self.

The table was already set with bowls and chopsticks, a bowl of steaming wontons, sliced ​​strawberries, and a small pot of warm yellow chicken soup.

Si Yuan was somewhat incredulous.

Jiang Wang turned around when he heard the noise and brought the fried eggs to the table.

"I thought you would sleep until the afternoon."

Si Yuan blinked: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow and smiled meaningfully.

Si Yuan: ...

This guy is at it again.

She sat down, quite surprised to see the breakfast spread on the table, and asked, "You can cook?"

Jiang Wang wiped his hands and said matter-of-factly, "I know a little."

"Then last time you tricked me into cooking at your house, saying the ingredients in the refrigerator were prepared by your housekeeper?"

Si Yuan recalled the last time he dragged her out of bed early in the morning to cook, and couldn't help but feel resentful.

Jiang Wang had his own reasons.

"If you don't do this, will you even eat a proper breakfast?"

He knew her personality all too well.

"So cunning." Si Yuan muttered, but couldn't help but smile. She poked at the wontons on the plate. The skin was thin and the filling was generous. One bite was full of freshness and aroma, even better than the ones from breakfast shops outside.

In her memory, Jiang Wang had always been aloof and never lifted a finger, but now he was able to make a decent breakfast. Suddenly, her heart softened.

Morning light streamed through the window and fell on the dining table. Si Yuan chewed on wontons and suddenly thought of her childhood.

When her parents were still alive, she would always move a small stool to sit at the kitchen doorway and watch her father chop vegetables and her mother cook soup. The two of them would occasionally chat, and the air would be filled with warmth.

So little Si Yuan thought, how wonderful it would be to cook with the person she loves in the future.