Chapter 257: Extra 3
Two hours later, the two finally emerged from the bedroom again.
The previously hot meal had gone cold.
Xie Jingyan could only reheat it again. Although he didn’t know why Jiang Ning had suddenly become so passionate, it felt pretty good to him.
So when he brought out the reheated dishes again and saw the meat bun and Tuan Tuan squatting beside the dining chair, while Jiang Ning smilingly stroked their heads, his heart was suddenly filled.
As long as they could live like this, it would be enough.
One house, two people, three meals a day through the four seasons, plus little pets—more than enough.
Jiang Ning’s visits to Xie Jingyan’s place gradually became more frequent, and she spent most of her days off here with Xie Jingyan.
He didn’t live with the Lin Family, and the house he built was dozens of miles away from them, requiring crossing half the Capital City. Now the Lin Family depended on Xie Jingyan for their livelihood, so no one dared to meddle in his affairs, including his marriage, which he handled entirely on his own.
He had reached this position and no longer needed to live under someone else’s thumb.
It was just that his assets were now somewhat reduced.
For example, the one trillion he gave to Jiang Ning.
It came from his bank account.
Jiang Ning didn’t know about this, nor did she know that Xie Jingyan had developed a gastric disease in order to heal her.
But Xie Jingyan thought that Jiang Ning should never know about this in her lifetime.
He just wanted her to live happily, without any pressure, full of happiness.
……
Time flew by; this was the second year Jiang Ning had spent back in this world.
At the same time, the day of her wedding to Xie Jingyan was just days away.
The only thing she was grateful for was that both of their hair had grown back.
Although Xie Jingyan with a buzz cut was still handsome, he looked even more dashing with his layered middle part.
Jiang Ning strictly forbade him from secretly getting a haircut; he had to tell her first.
Xie Jingyan was somewhat amused and helpless, not knowing why Jiang Ning was now so obsessed with his hair.
One week before the wedding, Jiang Ning and Xie Jingyan went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate.
Both wore white shirts, smiling brightly for the camera.
The red certificate fresh out of the oven, Xie Jingyan could finally go on duty with official certification.
He held the red certificate and grinned nonstop all the way, leaving Jiang Ning somewhat speechless: “You’ve been staring at it for half an hour now. Aren’t you tired?”
Xie Jingyan’s smile faded slightly, then bloomed again the next instant, his peach-blossom eyes curving into a beautiful arc: “Not tired. I could look at it for a lifetime and it still wouldn’t be enough. Finally married to you—it feels like a dream. If it really is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”
Jiang Ning’s lips curved up slightly: “It’s not a dream, silly.”
Xie Jingyan wasn’t upset at being called silly; he kept gazing at his red certificate.
Jiang Ning shook her head helplessly, then went into the kitchen. Lately, she had been learning to make soup, and after a few tries, it was starting to look decent.
Seeing this, Xie Jingyan let her go ahead.
He couldn’t stop Jiang Ning from doing what she wanted.
Even if it didn’t taste good, all that soup would end up in his belly anyway.
On the eve of the wedding.
Jiang Ning and Xie Jingyan went to Jin Cheng again to visit Wei Jin.
A red wedding invitation they had personally written was placed in front of the tombstone.
Jiang Ning hadn’t forgotten what Wei Jin had said.
When she married Xie Jingyan, he wanted to come drink the wedding wine.
A year had passed, and fewer people came here to mourn. Weeds had grown up beside his tombstone.
Jiang Ning bent down to clean it for him, saying as she did: “Wei Jin, I’m getting married.”
“I can’t quite imagine what life would be like if you hadn’t died. You’d probably still be a dazzling big star, right? After all, so many people like you. When you passed away, your fans were very sad. They’ll find people they truly like later, I’m sure. If not, even if we all turn into old folks, Xie Jingyan and I will still hang out with you.”
At this point, Jiang Ning seemed to envision it: three white-haired old folks sitting in the shade playing cards.
Her originally upturned lips curved downward: “If only you were still alive.”
Don’t like her.
Don’t meet her.
The March sunlight was blinding.
Jiang Ning blinked, and her vision seemed to double.
The bright September sun.
Jiang Ning passed by that alley.
Wei Jin with his flamboyant red hair stood at the alley entrance, leaning lazily against the wall, chewing bubble gum.
He laughed and joked with the two friends beside him as they left.
Jiang Ning stood opposite him, watching his back view as he walked away. This time, she didn’t pass by his side again.
She snapped out of it—it had just been her imagination.
Jiang Ning couldn’t help but laugh: “If we hadn’t met, nothing would have happened, right?”
She wouldn’t know Wei Jin, and Wei Jin wouldn’t die for her.
Jiang Ning lowered her gaze to the wedding invitation: “I’m going now. I’ll come see you again next year.”
As Jiang Ning walked forward, a thorn branch blown aside by the wind caught her long skirt, forcing her to stop.
She turned her head and looked toward Wei Jin’s tombstone.
The white flowers in front of it swayed in the wind.
The rustling wind passed through Jiang Ning’s skirt hem.
It was as if Wei Jin were grabbing her, the wind like longing or a whisper, telling her: Happy newlywed life.
Wishing Jiang Ning and Xie Jingyan a happy marriage.
A strong gust blew through, messing up Jiang Ning’s hair, and the thorny branch rolled away in the wind.
She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate, fair face. Her eyes reddened, her lips parted silently:
“Thank you.”
……
In the year Xie Jingyan turned thirty.
He married the girl he had sworn at eighteen to protect for life.
Under everyone’s witness, they held the ceremony and received blessings from all.
Xie Jingyan unusually posted their wedding photo on the official Xie Group account.
Caption: Legitimate, reasonable, legal, with you.
He required this post to be pinned to the top.
Anyone visiting their official account would know that the Xie Group CEO was married.
In August of the same year, Jiang Ning nearly passed out from exhaustion while pursuing a fugitive.
After arresting the suspect, she was rushed to the hospital.
The police station notified Xie Jingyan—after all, he was their Captain Jiang’s husband.
Xie Jingyan took the soonest flight straight to the hospital where Jiang Ning was. She was still unconscious when the doctor told him.
Jiang Ning was pregnant, two months along. After all her exertions, the child hadn’t miscarried—it was a tough little one.
Xie Jingyan was so shocked by the news that his head spun.
Preg… pregnant?
His mind was a mess.
Before this, they had always used condoms…
He suddenly remembered that time two months ago—no condom, so he just skipped it. But… were his odds of winning the lottery this high? Pregnant from just once…
Xie Jingyan’s first thought wasn’t excitement, but how to explain this sudden child to Jiang Ning…
He sat by her hospital bed for several hours until she woke up, his face tense: “I have something to tell you.”
Jiang Ning was startled by his serious demeanor—was she sick with something again?
Jiang Ning’s face turned pale. She took a deep breath, steeling herself mentally: “You… you say it. I can accept it.”
Xie Jingyan pursed his lips: “That… you’re pregnant, two months… Can you accept it…”
Jiang Ning: “…”
She looked down at her flat belly.
It felt like a dream, since the child wasn’t in her plans yet.
She closed her eyes again and lay back: “Give me a minute… This news is a bit explosive.”
Xie Jingyan: “…”
In the end, Jiang Ning decided to keep this unexpected child.
Mainly because she’d been running missions everywhere for these two months, and he hadn’t been shaken loose—it showed how resilient he was. Jiang Ning couldn’t bear to harm such a little life.
Tomorrow’s the last extra chapter, begging for votes~
