‘If you’re not going to marry me, I’ll call Jia Tu to take you home,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Take me home?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Why?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked and puled Hao Yan Che’s shirt sleeve.

  ‘I don’t need you,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Yuan Gun Gun let go of Hao Yan Che’s shirt sleeve and her eyes stung.

  ‘Will you marry me?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  Hao Yan Che fed Yuan Gun Gun a piece of fish to stop her from crying.

  Yuan Gun Gun thought about Hao Yan Che’s offer. A while later she nodded her head.

  ‘We’re getting married in three days,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘That soon?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘It’s not that soon,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘I have one condition,’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘What?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘I want a tower chocolate wedding cake with two figurines that look like us on top,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘Alright,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘You have to keep your promise,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Don’t forget the two figurines that look like us.’


  ‘I promise,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Hao Yan Che rubbed Yuan Gun Gun’s stomach and he put the chopsticks down.

  ‘I want to eat more,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Yuan Gun Gun picked up the chopsticks, and Hao Yan Che hit her hand.

  ‘Ow…… why did you hit my hand?’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘Your stomach is bloated,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘If you eat more you’ll kill your stomach.’


  Hao Yan Che put the bowl and chopsticks out of Yuan Gun Gun’s reach.

  ‘My stomach has never been flat,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che carried Yuan Gun Gun back to their room.

  ‘Where are we going?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘To sleep,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘But I just woke up,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘I haven’t slept,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Then why do you need me to come with you?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘To keep me warm,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Right now it’s not winter or cold,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘Don’t be long winded,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Ow……’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  At the Yuan Mansion, Qiu Li Luo and Feng Du Du sat next to each other. They happily browsed through wedding magazines, and chose a wedding dress for Yuan Gun Gun.

  Hao Yan Que and Yuan Ting Liu were also in a good mood. They sat on the sofa and drank tea together.

  ‘Mr Yuan, what wedding gifts do you want for Gun Gun?’ Hao Yan Que asked.

  ‘I don’t need gifts,’ Yuan Ting Liu said. ‘All I want is for your son to treat my daughter well.’


  Yuan Ting Liu and Hao Yan Que exchanged knowing smiles.

  Hao Yan Que put a small glass bottle of blood on the coffee table.

  ‘This is a small gift from me and Xiao Luo to show our gratefulness toward you and your wife for raising a loveable daughter like Gun Gun,’ Hao Yan Que said.

  ‘Your blood?’ Yuan Ting Liu asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Que said.

  ‘I’m not going to beat around the bush,’ Yuan Ting Liu said. ‘I’m going to accept your gift. The truth is I want to live forever with Gun Gun’s mum.’


  ‘Living forever is a curse unless you’re with someone you want to love forever,’ Hao Yan Que confessed.

  Hao Yan Que thought his immortality was a curse until he met Qiu Li Luo.

  Yuan Ting Liu accepted Han Yan Que’s blood, and agreed with Han Yan Que.

  ‘Ting Liu,’ Feng Du Du called.

  ‘Que,’ Qiu Li Luo called.

  Hao Yan Que and Yuan Ting Liu exchanged another knowing smile with each other. Then they went to sit next to their own soul mate.

  Hao Yan Che and Yuan Gun Gun’s parents’ bonds strengthened after the wedding while Hao Yan Che and Yuan Gun Gun’s daily lives stayed the same.

  Yuan Gun Gun continuously asked Hao Yan Che when he would love her, and he would always answer that he didn’t know when.

  One night Yuan Gun Gun looked at hers and Hao Yan Che’s wedding portrait hung on the master bedroom wall. He held her waist and kissed her forehead in their wedding portrait. But it was the only heart-warming wedding photo of them together. She flicked through their wedding album and felt unhappy that he looked like he was forced to marry her in all the photos in their wedding album.

  Hao Yan Che walked out of the bathroom. He saw Yuan Gun Gun frowning on the bed. He sighed and sat on the bed.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ Hao Yan Che asked. ‘Are you constipated?’


  ‘You’re constipated,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che dried his hair with a towel, and he draped the wet towel on Yuan Gun Gun’s head.

  ‘Hey…… you’re hateful,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che pinched Yuan Gun Gun’s face.

  ‘Ow…… let go,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che’s hands turned Yuan Gun Gun’s face pink.

  ‘Ow…… I’m hateful,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Satisfied?’


  ‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Che said and let go of Yuan Gun Gun’s face.

  ***