The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

There were many customers waiting in the store. Chang Qing stood at the end of the long queue anxiously, and sometimes his eyes would drift outside the store uncontrollably.

The glass of the window at the entrance of the store was transparent and decorated with colorful stickers, which blocked a small part of Rong Zhijin's back.

When he saw this back, the anxiety in his heart was mixed with a bit of anticipation mixed with bitterness and heartache. He wished he could rush out of the store the next second and hug the back that he had cherished for so many years.

——But, it’s not time yet.

Although he made the spur of the moment decision to go into the store to buy ice cream, it was not without reason.

Having put her at the top of the priority list for so many years, how could he not notice her depression!

He had heard of this brand of ice cream when he was in China, and Rong Zhijin had mentioned it more than once during casual conversations, wishing she could buy one to try it someday.

Judging from her expression today, she probably has forgotten what she said before.

——But he didn't forget.

Anxiety and anticipation overwhelmed him, and in just fifteen minutes, he felt as if he had walked a century.

Those who shared the same idea as him included Rong Zhijin who was waiting outside the door.

The residual warmth from Changqing's coat had basically dissipated, but the faint scent of laundry still lingered in Rong Zhijin's nose, making her almost want to lower her head and smell it carefully.

Just by relying on this faint fragrance, she vaguely felt out something from the corner of her memory that seemed insignificant before.

"Wow! This smells so special!"

"You seem to like the taste."

"Well, it can be said that I fell in love with it at first sight."

The fragments of memory finally pieced together that scene in Rong Zhijin's mind.

——The scene that makes me feel embarrassed now.

Suddenly, a whistle with a frivolous ending interrupted her memories. Rong Zhijin raised her eyes with confusion, but saw a face with a slightly teasing expression.

"Beautiful lady, why are you here alone? Would you like to travel with me?"

The other party was a middle-aged man from Yidali with a beard. He seemed to be somewhat curious about Rong Zhijin's Asian face, and spoke British with a heavy accent.

"No, I'm waiting for someone."

The man's overly direct gaze made Rong Zhijin feel a little uncomfortable. She rejected the man with a cold face and took a step away from the man.

"Whoever you are waiting for, young lady, is clearly not a gentleman of manners."

The man ignored Rong Zhijin's indifference, and instead smiled and moved closer to Rong Zhijin.

Rong Zhijin felt that his patience and politeness were instantly exhausted by this man's offense. After frowning severely, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

She didn't say anything, but the man didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward.

The blood vessels on Rong Zhijin's forehead jumped. Just as she was about to turn around and walk into the ice cream shop, she felt her sight was suddenly blocked by something, which directly separated her and the frivolous Yidali man into two worlds.

The familiar cool breath was getting closer to her. She looked up subconsciously, but what she saw was Chang Qing's somewhat cold and hard profile.

"Please leave."

This was the first time Rong Zhijin heard Chang Qing's low, hoarse voice that was full of warning.

The man stood on tiptoe slightly, looked over Chang Qing's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Rong Zhijin behind him, then whistled again.

"It turns out someone has already gotten there first. What a shame."

"Welcome to Roman, little Chinese cookies."

The man finally took a step back, stared at Chang Qing, who was a head taller than him, for a long while, then walked away with slow steps.

"Here, blueberry and vanilla flavors. Didn't you say you wanted some before?"

Chang Qing's coldness and hostility disappeared when he saw the man walking away. He turned to look at Rong Zhijin, a smile spreading across his lips again. At the same time, he handed the double scoop of ice cream in his hand to Rong Zhijin like offering a treasure.

The moment the fresh breath left, Rong Zhijin couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds. Seeing Chang Qing's expectant eyes in front of him, he subconsciously raised his hand and took the double scoop of ice cream in Chang Qing's hand.

Countless colorful and gorgeous fireworks exploded in her mind, and the urging voice in her heart became more and more urgent, as if it would burst out of her body in the next moment.

Rong Zhijin looked up again and stared at the signboard of the ice cream shop for a long time, finally digging out some fragmentary impressions from the depths of his memory.

Yes, how could she forget it again? This was the brand of ice cream that she had mentioned to Chang Qing before that she wanted to eat.

Rong Zhijin took a sip of the ice cream in silence. The sweet and sour taste burst on her taste buds, making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"It's delicious, do you want to try it?"

Rong Zhijin handed the ice cream to Chang Qing, but saw that Chang Qing's face turned red suspiciously, and he coughed lightly and turned away unnaturally.

A few seconds later, Rong Zhijin regained his senses and suddenly realized what he had just said. He felt his cheeks instantly burning hot and he was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

What on earth did she do just now? Why is she so out of shape today?

"Just enjoy your meal. It seems like there's a reason why this restaurant is so popular."

When Chang Qing saw that Rong Zhijin's cheeks were flushed again, he realized that she was shy, so he immediately changed the subject to try to divert Rong Zhijin's attention.

Rong Zhijin ate the ice cream bought by Chang Qing and continued walking along the street with him. Suddenly, he had some enlightenment in his mind.

Did he see that she was depressed and go out of his way to buy ice cream to cheer her up?

She glanced at Chang Qing's profile, and her uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

The two walked side by side through who knows how many intersections and for how long, Rong Zhijin suddenly felt that his vision in front of him became clear, and then he saw the famous scenic spot that was famous throughout the Blue Star.

——Trevi Fountain.

Noticing that the eyes of the people around him were brightening up again, Chang Qing looked at her profile, whose outline was carefully traced by the sunlight, with some nostalgia, and just wanted time to stop at this moment.

The two men struggled to break through the crowd and walked close to the fountain. What they saw was the clear bottom of the pool covered with coins from various countries, and smiles unconsciously crept up to the corners of their mouths.

This famous wishing fountain throughout the blue planet is not only Roman's last Baroque architectural masterpiece, but also brings together the beautiful visions and expectations of countless people.

As there were many people near the fountain, Chang Qing used his height advantage to observe the surroundings and finally found an empty bench in a corner of the fountain square. He immediately took Rong Zhijin and squeezed through the crowd.

The two of them sat on the bench for a long time, from bright daylight to deep dusk, talking about many topics they had talked about before or not.

No one seemed to feel hungry, and it was not until the lights for night illumination were turned on in the square and only a few tourists were left that the two truly realized the passage of time.

"When there were more people, there were more wishes, unlike now, when there was no need to queue at all."

"I thought you didn't want to make a wish, so...what is your wish?"

Chang Qing stood up and stood in the windward position, blocking the even colder evening wind for Rong Zhijin, and waited quietly for her to stand up.

Rong Zhijin curled the corners of his mouth, stood up, and walked towards the fountain with Chang Qing.

But Chang Qing did not answer her question. He just stopped silently not far in front of the fountain, took out two coins from his pocket, and handed one to Rong Zhijin.

The tacit understanding between the two people who had been together for a long time made Rong Zhijin understand in a second. She smiled, turned her back to the fountain, held the coin in her palms, and closed her eyes.

Chang Qing did not urge him, but just looked at Rong Zhijin's face with affection, unwilling to leave even for a minute.

After a while, Rong Zhijin opened his eyes and sincerely expressed his wish to the coin.

"I hope to be evergreen, have a safe life, and be happy forever."

Chang Qing was just stunned, and Rong Zhijin threw the coin in his hand back with force and threw it into the fountain pool.

At that second, Rong Zhijin's profile seemed to be painted by the most spiritual brush, presenting the outline of an angel with a faint glow.

After making the wish, Rong Zhijin did not look at Chang Qing, but just stood there quietly, soothing his wildly beating heart.

Just let her take the last step on her own.

"Joy lasts forever" was like an irresistible spell that kept both of them where they were.

I don’t know how long it took, Chang Qing took a step forward and walked to the side and behind Rong Zhijin.

Before Rong Zhijin's heartbeat had calmed down, he felt someone holding the fingertips of his left hand gently and cherishingly, isolating him from all the chill from the evening breeze.

"Next, is it my turn to make a wish?"

Chang Qing's gentle voice was carried by the evening breeze, lingering in Rong Zhijin's ears for a long time.

"I hope that for the rest of my life, I can be by the side of the person in front of me and look up at the same sky with her."

The sound of his heartbeat was so noisy, but Rong Zhijin didn't have time to calm himself down. After holding the warm hand, he quickly turned around and gave the owner of the hand a hug.

"The person you mentioned... agreed."

Rong Zhijin responded in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly due to excitement and anticipation.

Chang Qing lowered his head, confirmed the real warmth in his arms several times, then raised his hand and slowly hugged Rong Zhijin back.

Rong Zhijin's brows felt warm, and the illusion of tenderness disappeared at the touch of a finger, so gentle that it was almost pious.

Chang Qing let out a long sigh and tightened his arms little by little.

He finally embraced the sky that belonged to him.