CH 68

Xie Yao’s agreement was sudden, and Jiang Song was stunned for a second. It wasn’t until Xiao P meowed discontentedly that he snapped out of it and smoothed the kitten’s fur.

“It’s only two months until Chinese New Year, and it’s getting cold in city A. Why don’t we take this opportunity to move our home? Although my house has been empty, Auntie cleans it regularly, so we can move in right away.”

“Okay,” Xie Yao replied promptly as always.

Jiang Song looked up at him and suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth as he reached out to mess up Xie Yao’s hair.

“Why are you so obedient? Are you not afraid that I’m tricking you?”

Xie Yao shook his head, and his hair brushed through Jiang Song’s palm as he took the initiative to bury himself in the other’s chest.

“No, I’ve been alone for too long. I just want a home.”

“You want a home?” Jiang Song saw Xie Yao looking inexplicably melancholy, so he tried to lighten the mood with a joke, “If you want a home, then you have to marry me.”

“I can,” Xie Yao raised his head and hugged Jiang Song’s hand tightly, his eyes more serious than ever.

He felt a little embarrassed and tried to make up for it, “We’ve both met each other’s parents, so we can get married now.”

He was so obedient and soft with his eyes and expression that he hit Jiang Song’s heart, and the emotions in his chest became even hotter.

Jiang Song’s throat tightened, and his Adam’s apple rolled as he lowered his head slightly to look at Xie Yao, “Can I kiss you?”

Xie Yao didn’t answer, but he showed his agreement with actions. He tilted his head up and took the initiative to kiss Jiang Song, awkwardly deepening the kiss just like Jiang Song did to him before.

It was unbelievably sweet.

Xiao P was swinging back and forth between the feet of the two people. Its short legs stepped over their shoes, and its long tail swept across their calves as it meowed softly, trying to get their attention.

But the main characters were too busy communicating with each other to spare it a glance.

Jiang Song did not book a hotel when he came to city C. The two stayed at Xie Yao’s house until nightfall, when Xie Yao hesitantly explained that there was only one bed in his home.

Despite being single for so long, he had more than one room, but all the other rooms were filled with various things and were not livable.

City C in December was cold and damp, and Xie Yao couldn’t bear to let Jiang Song sleep in the living room. In the end, he rubbed his flushed ears, hugged two new comforters, and laid them on the bed, letting Jiang Song sleep with him.

The only bathroom available was in Xie Yao’s room. He had finished showering early and had already crawled into bed. Today, he had taken a day off from work and didn’t need to do any live streaming.

At ten o’clock at night, it started to rain outside. The rain pounded on the poorly soundproofed window glass, making a crisp sound, and was mixed with small snowflakes that were only visible upon closer inspection.

Xie Yao took out his phone to check, and the sound of the water from the bathroom seemed to blend with the rain outside. Despite the cold weather, his heart was burning.

The topic of “Snowfall in City C” had already become a hot search on Weibo. Xie Yao glanced at the temperature for tomorrow, which was only one degree. He had enough clothes at home, but it seemed that Jiang Song had not brought any clean clothes to change into.

Either they should move to City A quickly, or he should take Jiang Song to buy some.

While Xie Yao was thinking, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Jiang Song walked out with steam rising from his body. He was wearing noticeably shorter sleepwear.

Two neatly arranged comforters were laid on the bed, one for Xie Yao and the other on the other side. Jiang Song lifted the covers and crawled in, leaning over to kiss Xie Yao’s nose before lying down.

“What’s this?”

Jiang Song reached into the quilt for a while, and took out a hot water bottle from inside.

Xie Yao turned around to face him, buried in the quilt with only his head exposed, and explained, “My house doesn’t have an electric blanket, and the air conditioning is broken. I was afraid you couldn’t stand the damp cold here, so I put a hot water bottle for you.”

He reached out from under the quilt, took the hot water bottle from Jiang Song’s hand, and stuffed it into his own quilt, saying, “Wrap yourself up quickly. It’s raining and snowing outside. Don’t catch a cold.”

Jiang Song took the opportunity to grab Xie Yao’s hand and touched it twice.

Xie Yao’s hand wasn’t actually cold, it was just not as warm as Jiang Song’s, who had just taken a shower. With Jiang Song holding his hand, the temperature difference was so apparent.

“Why don’t you use the hot water bottle yourself?” Jiang Song asked.

“No, no, don’t give it to me!” Xie Yao stopped him. “I’ve been used to it for so long, and I won’t be cold.”

Jiang Song stopped his movements, and Xie Yao thought he had listened to him. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Song suddenly got up from the bed.

He went to the bedside and lifted the quilt, making Xie Yao shiver in the cold wind. Then he felt his tightly wrapped quilt being opened and flattened, and another layer of quilt being laid on top.

The two quilts were overlapped together, making Xie Yao feel heavier. Jiang Song, who had completed this series of actions, crawled in.

He naturally reached over and pulled Xie Yao into his arms, then covered his back with the quilt, and contentedly moved the hot water bottle to Xie Yao’s leg.

“This way, you won’t be cold.”

Xie Yao’s face turned red, and his heart was beating fast. He murmured, “Mmm,” and leaned his forehead against Jiang Song’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Let’s go back to city A tomorrow. I just told my parents that we’re going to get married in Holland,” Jiang Song said.

Xie Yao clenched Jiang Song’s clothes and replied, “Okay.”

“Don’t you regret it?” Jiang Song patted Xie Yao’s vest, as if coaxing a child.

Xie Yao’s voice was muffled in his chest, “I don’t regret it.”

He said, “Brother, I’m very happy now.”

Jiang Song smiled and said, “Go to sleep, good night.”

“Good night.”

Xie Yao called Zhou Tian to inform him about his moving news, and also about the wedding invitation he sent over.

Ignoring Zhou Tian’s broken voice due to being too shocked in the middle, the other party shouted on the phone that he was going to have a stepmother and cried for half an hour.

Finally, he cried and hiccuped, and promised to his father, “Dad, don’t worry, I will bring my whole family to support you!”

On the grandmother’s side, they had already started to transfer her to another hospital, and Jiang Song was planning to bring Xie Yao’s grandmother to a nursing home in city A. The caretaker told her about Xie Yao’s upcoming wedding news.

Even though she was not always clear-minded, when the old lady heard Jiang Song’s name, she smiled and said that her grandson had liked him for many years.

The wedding was planned to be held in China, so when they went to the Netherlands to register, they went alone without anyone else accompanying them.

Just on that day, Jiang’s mother handed Xie Yao a card with 880,000 yuan in it, and asked him to call her “Mom” with a smile.

This time, Xie Yao did not refuse. He solemnly took the bank card and called out, “Mom.”

Jiang’s father looked at Xie Yao coldly on the side, and he immediately understood and called out “Dad” as well.

His father immediately handed him a bank card.

The two put on a pair of rings on their ring fingers with the initials of each other’s names engraved on the inside, and took a photo of their rings, holding hands and posted it on their respective Weibo accounts.

@gad: With my husband.

@praise: We’re married.