After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

A week later, at One57 Apartment in New York.

One night.

While Xiao Yan was answering a business call, Ye Xiaowu went into the bathroom and wanted to call Mr. Yan.

In fact, she has always held the attitude of "less trouble is worse than more" in many matters. She did not want to inform Mr. Yan for fear of angering him, but marriage is a big deal. If she didn't inform him, the little affection between them might be completely gone in the eyes of both parties.

It was daytime in South City at this time, and she called the landline number of Yan Mansion.

The phone rang for a while, and it was Butler Du who answered the phone. "Hello, who is this?"

"Uncle Du, it's me, Haoyue."

"Oh, Miss Haoyue, what's the matter?"

She felt a little uneasy for some reason: "Uncle Du, I, I have something to tell Mr. Yan, can you let Mr. Yan take the call?"

Lao Du said, "What a coincidence! The master is taking Xiao Xiangsi out for horse riding lessons. If you have anything to say, I can pass it on for you."

"Is that so? Then...when will Mr. Yan come back?"

Lao Du probably guessed the purpose of her call, so he asked, "Ms. Haoyue, what you want to tell Old Yan is about that Xiao Yan?"

She said "hmm".

Lao Du sighed, "Miss Haoyue, don't be angry if I tell you the truth. It is impossible for the master to accept Xiao Yan. When I learned that you were with a man like that a while ago, the master was actually quite angry."

"The master really dislikes the people of the Dulong Society. He almost killed the master and took away Fengxing. He also kidnapped the eldest daughter and forced her to kill the mother of the son-in-law. The eldest daughter was seriously traumatized by this. Later, Xiao Yan caused Yan Chen to lie in bed for a year and he almost became a vegetable for the rest of his life. The master really hates Xiao Yan."

"Yan Chen has contacted you before. His attitude is also the master's attitude. You are also aware of this."

There is no way to explain those grudges one by one.

Even if he explained, Xiao Yan was not completely innocent. As for Mr. Yan's attitude... people are only willing to stand on their own side and stand with the person they want to stand with.

Just like now, her emotions and interests are tied together with Xiao Yan. If one day Xiao Yan and Bo Hanshi have any conflicts again, she will stand on Xiao Yan's side without hesitation.

There are inevitable closeness and distance in everyone's network of relationships, and everyone has their own set of rules for dealing with people. She can understand Mr. Yan's attitude very well.

Ye Xiaowu lowered his eyes and said, "Well, I know, Uncle Du, please help me convey that I am sorry for Mr. Yan's financial support."

Old Du was silent for a few seconds, and then he sincerely advised: "You have completely cut off ties with Xiao Yan now. Go back to Nancheng and admit your mistakes, and the matter will be over. You can still come back and be the adopted daughter of the Yan family. The master will treat you as always, and will introduce you to a bunch of young talents."

"Even if the person chosen by the master is not suitable for you, you can still ask Mr. Bo to introduce you. He knows so many elites, who is not better than Xiao Yan?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Du, I can't do it."

"Haoyue, you were quite clever when you were little, why did you become so confused when you grew up? Is being with that kind of person more glorious and happier than being the adopted daughter of the Yan family?"

She swallowed hard, mustered up her courage and told him the news: "Uncle Du, Xiao Yan and I are married."

"This……"

"I know you may not bless me, but I think getting married is a big deal. Mr. Yan is my elder, so I should inform you."

Lao Du was speechless for a moment, and finally said, "I will tell the master."

"Thank you, Uncle Du."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiaowu sat on the toilet and calmed down for a while.

The words Yan Chen said to her the last time he called her were definitely not spoken in a fit of anger, and she had guessed that this would be the result, so she was not surprised.

I can’t say how sad I am, but feeling a little depressed is inevitable.

Xiao Yan was on the balcony. He had just finished a phone call with Lao Ying. He subconsciously reached for a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He flipped up the cap of his silver lighter and was about to light it.

Suddenly I remembered the puppy's reminder.

Tsk.

Prepare for pregnancy.

He took the cigarette from his mouth and threw the lighter back, feeling very conscious.

It’s really in Xiaowu’s hands.

With just one word from her, I stopped smoking.

This was the first time he felt like he was actually quite good?

If you don't smoke anymore, you naturally have to find other ways to have fun, such as going to bed and killing people.

"Ye Xiaowu."

I shouted twice but no one answered.

He impatiently went to look for someone, but they dared to lock the bathroom door for him.

"Ye Xiaowu, what are you doing? Open the door."

"You're not going to open it, right? If you don't open it, I'll kick the door."

With two "clicks", the bathroom door was opened from the inside, and Ye Xiaowu hung his head dejectedly.

Xiao Yan was slightly startled: "Why are you such a depressed puppy? Who has offended you?"

Ye Xiaowu put his arms around his waist, buried his face in his arms, and said dejectedly: "Xiao Yan, you are all I have."

Xiao Yan's first reaction was no, "Why am I the only one? Didn't you agree to have a baby for fun? Are you regretting it again?"

“……” He is really good at imagining.

But his words were surprisingly comforting.

That’s right, in the future there won’t just be him, there will also be their child. A little one suddenly coming out of the belly may look like him, or like her, or maybe both. It’s quite a magical feeling.

She had never felt the bond and restraint of blood ties, and neither had Xiao Yan. If they had a child, she felt that both of them would love the child very much.

Because they will be their only relatives in the true sense.

Xiao Yan pinched her face, frowned and asked, "What are you thinking about? What bad things did you do behind my back in the bathroom just now?"

Ye Xiaowu's gloomy mood gradually dissipated in this vision of the future. He touched his face and sat on the soft sofa by the window. "Don't pinch my face so often in the future. I've already made my skin loose."

Xiao Yan laughed: "It's made of plasticine, right? It will deform if you squeeze it."

"..."

"Come here, let me see if your face skin is loose."

He leaned over slightly and stared at her, then pinched her twice teasingly, "Isn't it quite tight? And quite thick."

Ye Xiaowu laughed and punched him, "Who is thick-skinned? You are thick-skinned, and your whole family is thick-skinned."

Xiao Yan pulled the man into his arms, laughing so hard that his throat rolled: "There are only two of us in my family, we are really shameless."

Oops, I accidentally scolded myself.

Ye Xiaowu couldn't scold him anymore, so she jumped on him. Xiao Yan held her up and threw her onto the sofa, letting her play around for a while.

She was happy, so she slid off the sofa, sat cross-legged on the thick carpet and fiddled with her small pot.

Cut the oranges and boil red wine, stick cloves on half of the orange, and throw all kinds of bay leaves, cinnamon, plums, rock sugar... into the small rice cooker to cook.

Soon, the red wine in the pot was bubbling with steam, the huge Christmas tree in the corner was lit up with soft orange lights, and on the sideboard next to the sofa, there was a framed marriage certificate.

Xiao Yan sat leisurely on the sofa, his arms casually resting on his legs, hunched over and watching her busying around, just like when he was playing house and cooking when he was a child.

Ye Xiaowu prepared orange red wine, poured a glass and handed it to him.

He looked at the pot of dark food and questioned, "Can I drink this?"

That's the question, and then he took a sip without waiting for an answer.

Ye Xiaowu turned his head and looked at him with bright eyes, "Is it delicious?"

It has a rich orange scent and is quite delicious.

To be honest, their dog Ye is quite good at cooking.

Ye Xiaowu poured himself a glass as well, and sat on the sofa with the hot red wine in his hand. He clinked glasses with him, squinting his eyes and said, "Xiao Yan, happy wedding."

Xiao Yan held her in his arms, tilted his head and kissed her temple, his low, magnetic and cold voice was rarely tinged with tenderness, "Ye Xiaowu, happy wedding."

After drinking orange mulled wine, my whole body felt warm.

Ye Xiaowu held the wedding certificate frame and leaned against his chest, still feeling a little dreamy and unreal, "Why does this wedding certificate look fake? It's completely different from a domestic marriage certificate. It looks like a business license."

It is actually quite difficult to get a marriage certificate in New York State. I couldn’t get the certificate on the same day. I had to go to the city center at least twice, fill out a bunch of messy application materials, and spent $35 to get the marriage license.

It was an A4-sized piece of colored paper with their handwritten names on it. The names of Xiao Yan and Ye Xiaowu were closely attached to each other on the paper.

Oh, the 35 US dollars were all paid by Ye Xiaowu. It was Ye Xiaowu who asked Xiao Yan to get married.

Xiao Yan: "The business license can be revoked, but can our marriage certificate be revoked?"

"Divorce is equivalent to revoking..."

Ye Xiaowu bit her tongue and wanted to say that she was wrong, but the back of her neck was already pinched by the big hand.

Xiao Yan bit her ear fiercely, his voice burning and pressing: "Ye Xiaowu, you are very courageous. You dare to think about divorce right after getting married. Didn't you get punished enough last night? You are looking for trouble."

She shrank her neck and admitted, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Is it okay to be wrong?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me something right."

"?"

"Call husband."

Ye Xiaowu hugged his neck, leaned close to his ear, and stared at him with a smile: "Husband~"

She drank a lot of hot red wine, and the breath she exhaled was a little hot and sticky. Xiao Yan's heart moved, and some part of his heart moved as well.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her domineeringly and rudely: "If you dare to mention divorce again, I will kill you. Do you hear me?"

Ye Xiaowu was a little drunk and felt bolder. "Are you willing to do it?"

Xiao Yan snorted and laughed casually: "Killing him in bed should be quite pleasant."

"..." He hit a wall. He really couldn't bear to do this.

It's freezing cold in New York outside the glass window, and the weather forecast says it will snow tonight.

Ye Xiaowu was not sleepy at all. He leaned on Xiao Yan's arms and waited for the snow to fall outside. "Xiao Yan, do you like boys or girls?"

He lazily sat on the sofa, holding her in one hand, playing with her hair, and with the other hand, he tilted his head to look at the person in his arms, "Give birth to me whatever I like?"

"It's up to you to decide whether to have a boy or a girl."

His speech was confusing: "Then wouldn't it be enough to decide twice more?"

Ye Xiaowu: “…”

This is the truth.

It’s not that Ye Xiaowu has never thought about having two babies, including Xiao Xiaowu’s. She and Xiao Yan are too cold in this world. It would be more lively if they had two children.

Ye Xiaowu glanced at him and said, "So we want two babies?"

Xiao Yan looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect that she actually took his joke seriously.

When she became serious, he also became serious. Not to mention having two children, he could afford to raise ten or eight.

But there is something worth considering, "Will it hurt to have two children?"

Don't be in so much pain that you cry like a snotty girl.

Ye Xiaowu was also stunned. He had never studied this aspect in depth. "I don't know either. I saw that Qiao Yu gave birth to two children. The one named Bo Chouchou was quite ugly when he was just born. Later, when I returned to South City, I saw him again. He became very handsome when he grew up."

Ye Xiaowu took the phone and flipped through the photos to show him, "This is Bo Xiangsi, and this is Bo Chouchou."

Xiao Yan glanced at the photo and sneered at it with disdain while praising it: "Bo Hanshi is annoying, but his two children are quite likable."

"Yeah, it's quite cute, Xiao Yan, do you think our children will be this cute?"

Xiao Yan was used to being arrogant, so he raised his eyebrows as a matter of course: "Of course, I'm cuter than them."

Ye Xiaowu was overjoyed.

Before he even saw the child's shadow, he turned on the father filter.

While we were laughing, it started snowing again in New York.

A hazy mist rose on the floor-to-ceiling windows again.

Ye Xiaowu recalled that two years ago, they kissed here, made passionate love here, and suppressed and made their love crazy here.

He wasn't the only one who remembered the love heart on the glass window; she remembered it too.

She raised her hand and wrote stroke by stroke on the French window -

Ye Xiaowu loves Xiao Yan.

There is a heart drawn on the back.

She could clearly feel the arm locked around her waist getting tighter, as if it was trying to strangle her to the bone.

Xiao Yan has never been a person who dwells on the past, but now he wants to ask, and he asks with a pressing breath: "Was that love you showed me before a lie? Think about it before you speak."

There was light in his eyes, and she was in them, as well as unbridled love surging.

Ye Xiaowu's eyes were filled with warmth. He raised his head and kissed him. His voice was a little choked: "I already liked you very much at that time. I didn't lie to you."

"what about now?"

"I love you so much now, Xiao Yan."

The corners of Xiao Yan's tense lips suddenly raised up into a wanton smile. He held her hand and domineeringly added another word between the five words "Ye Xiaowu loves Xiao Yan".

Then it became... Ye Xiaowu loved Xiao Yan so much.

Ye Xiaowu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Xiao Yan, why are you so overbearing even when expressing your love?"

Xiao Yan disagreed, "This is your first day meeting me?"

Ye Xiaowu sighed and got into his arms, muffled and said: "Xiao Yan, you have a family, and I have a family too."

He bent down and kissed her, "It's our home."

Her eyes were red as she looked up at him, remembering the phone call she made to Yan Gongguan at night. "When I was in the welfare home when I was little, the director always told me, Ye Xiaowu, you have to be a good child. Only if you are a good child, sensible and obedient, will adults be willing to support you."

She smiled helplessly, "Little mute, after you left, I pretended to be a good child for a long time, and finally someone was willing to support me. But if you are not a good child, you can't pretend to be a good child. If I am not a good child, others will abandon me."

"Will you not want me?"

Xiao Yan wiped away her tears with his fingertips, put his forehead against hers, and said word by word: "You will never give up our puppy, even if it is not obedient."

Ye Xiaowu smiled and held his face with both hands, "Xiao Yan, you have to live with me until I am 100 years old. When we go to Jing'en Temple that day, I will light a long-lasting lamp for you. Praise me."

He also said that he was not well behaved.

This guy is so fucking obedient.

Xiao Yan turned her face over and kissed her, teasing her sexually: "Ye Xiaowu, you have big breasts, so whatever you say from now on is right."

"..."

Depend on.

Who made him so good at boasting?

It's very cold tonight.

Snow is falling outside, it's another cold winter.

This is the fourth year for Ye Xiaowu and Xiao Yan, and the first year of their marriage.

This is New York.

It was Xiao Gou and her Xiao Yan who started anew and locked in New York for the rest of their lives.

A lifetime is so long.

Xiao Yan was willing to die for her and live to be a hundred years old for her.