binnovel Chapter 5 Marriage Young
Chapter 5 Marriage Young
The day after Xie Shiyun was discharged from the hospital—
She waited in the living room all evening for Fu Shiyue to come home; she had something to say to him.
He worked at the company until very late, and when he got home, he found a small figure fast asleep on the sofa.
He gently picked her up, but woke her up. She immediately sat up excitedly, "Fu Shiyue, I... I accidentally fell asleep in the living room."
"Still in the living room so late? Why aren't you going back to your room to sleep? Are you an idiot? Hmm?" he said, looking at her.
“Fu Shiyue, Fangjie just told me that you haven’t been home for the past few days and have been taking care of me at the hospital. You…” She took Fu Shiyue’s hand, her eyes full of gratitude, “Thank you for taking care of me day and night at the hospital, which made you neglect your work at the company and come back so late. I’m so sorry for causing you trouble.”
She paused, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated. Fu Shiyue looked at her quietly, his eyes gentle yet firm.
Finally, she took a deep breath and mustered her courage to continue, "Actually, I've always wanted to tell you that I've felt your care and love all this time. Although I don't know what the future holds, I hope we can walk together..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Shiyue suddenly interrupted her. He took a small red booklet out of his pocket and gently handed it to her. She looked closely and realized it was a marriage certificate!
"Ah Yun," Fu Shiyue said with a smile, "So, I've already made preparations in advance. From today onwards, you are my wife. No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter in the future, we will face them hand in hand."
She covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes gradually welling up with tears. At that moment, she felt as if she were in a dream, everything so beautiful and unreal.
Fu Shiyue held her hand tightly, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "Trust me, I will love you well and give you a happy home." In this warm embrace, she felt an unprecedented sense of security and sweetness.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the document in front of her with suspicion. It clearly showed a photo of two people—herself and Fu Shiyue! This… could this be the legendary marriage certificate?
Good heavens! She couldn't believe her eyes. What was going on? She was only nineteen years old. How could she suddenly be a married woman? This was unbelievable and terrifying!
"Can you...can you explain to me what's going on? We...we actually got married?" she stammered, her voice filled with astonishment and confusion.
In fact, Fu Shiyue had secretly arranged everything as soon as she turned eighteen. He originally planned to tell her the news in person on her birthday, but every time he brought it up, she was evasive and never gave a clear answer. So, he decided to wait a little longer. Unexpectedly, he ended up waiting until she fell into a coma. During those difficult days, he took meticulous care of her for a whole week, cherishing her with all his heart. His care for her was unreserved and pure, and this deep affection would last a lifetime. He only wanted to treat her well, pamper her, and stay with her until old age.
At this point, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes sparkled with a bright and warm light, revealing a gentle smile as warm as a spring breeze and as radiant as the sun: "From the moment I met you, it was as if time had stopped flowing, and the world consisted only of the two of us. At that moment, I knew that you were the one who was different from others—you are the family I personally chose, a home that can give me endless peace and happiness, my wife."
Hearing that affectionate address, her cheeks flushed crimson, like ripe apples. The last two words, in particular, filled her with unbearable shame, making her wish she could disappear into the ground. Yet, a surge of joy welled up within her—because she loved him just as deeply. At that moment, they finally understood each other's feelings; this love had long been deeply rooted in their hearts.
"I can forgive you for secretly getting the marriage certificate behind my back, but you must never deceive me again! Such an important matter must be told to me." She said softly, her words revealing a hint of helplessness and forgiveness.
How could Fu Shiyue not understand the deeper meaning behind those words? It was clearly an admission that the two of them were already husband and wife! Thinking of this, he was overjoyed and could hardly contain himself.
He couldn't help but reach out, gently cupping her beautiful face, and slowly brought his lips close to hers, then kissed her tenderly and passionately. She, too, was infected by his passion and responded enthusiastically to his ardent kiss.
They kissed passionately, as if time had stood still, and the whole world consisted only of the two of them. Their heartbeats intertwined, creating a beautiful melody; their breaths gradually became rapid, yet filled with sweet fragrance.
At this moment, Xie Shiyun was equally captivated, unable to extricate herself. She tightly embraced Zhu Yang's strong and powerful body, seemingly unwilling to be separated forever...
Xie Shiyun had never experienced such an intense, fiery surge of emotion. It was as if a lightning bolt had ripped through the night sky, instantly igniting long-dormant desires and expectations deep within her heart. Was this the legendary first love? It came so suddenly and without warning, catching her off guard yet leaving her yearning and longing.
At this moment, Xie Shiyun was like a child lost in a sea of flowers, surrounded by endless fragrance, intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. Her gaze involuntarily followed that figure, her heart pounding with every smile he gave; her thoughts drifted far away at his every word. This feeling was both fresh and unfamiliar, yet simultaneously filled with an irresistible allure.
"Alright, sweetie, get some rest. We'll have breakfast together tomorrow." With that, he turned to leave. However, Xie Shiyun suddenly called out to him, "Fu Shiyue, does this mean we've officially become a couple?"
Hearing this, Fu Shiyue stopped and turned to look at Xie Jue, a smile flashing in his eyes. He slowly approached her and said softly, "Silly girl, what are you thinking? We're a married couple, don't you think?" As he spoke, he reached out and tapped her forehead.
Xie Shiyun paused slightly, a blush creeping onto her face. She lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, and said shyly, "That's not what I meant... I just wanted to know, does this mean we're really together now..."
Fu Shiyue gazed at her shy and adorable appearance, and his heart stirred. He raised his hand, gently pinched her chin, and lifted her head to make her look at him. Then, he locked his gaze on her with burning intensity, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "I love you, Shi Yun, I want you to belong to me forever and ever."
Before she could even respond, he swiftly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms. Then, with firm and powerful strides, he walked into her room and carefully and gently placed her on the soft, comfortable sofa.
Then he sat down beside her, gently pressing his warm, broad hands against her shoulders, letting her nestle in his strong, reliable embrace. His deep, passionate eyes gazed at her, filled with sincerity and affection, as if trying to see through her eyes to every corner of her heart.
"I, Fu Shiyueyang, solemnly swear here! Facing the heavens and earth, the sun, moon and stars, if A-Yun suffers even the slightest grievance or is harmed in the future, then I am willing to let myself fall into the endless darkness of the eighteenth level of hell forever, never to be reborn..." His voice was deep and firm, carrying an unshakable determination.
However, just as he was about to utter even more impassioned vows, he was suddenly interrupted—she abruptly reached out and covered his lips with her slender hand. The next moment, their lips met passionately, burning like flames. He couldn't help but hold the back of her head tightly, and their bodies involuntarily leaned down, leaving the room in a chaotic mess…
At this moment, he was twenty-seven years old, in the prime of his youth, while she was like a flower just beginning to bloom, only nineteen years old.
When Fu Shiyue was eighteen, he saved Xie Shiyun, the only child to survive a car accident.
His bright eyes met hers, and he said with unwavering certainty, "I'll take you away, I'll give you a home."
Their meeting was destined.
Fu Shiyue woke up early and leaned against her, quietly watching her sleep like a well-behaved child. She was sleeping very soundly.
His fingers trembled slightly, as if carrying endless tenderness and longing, gently touching her face, as delicate as mutton-fat jade. His movements were extremely gentle, as if afraid of waking this sleeping beauty. As his fingertips touched her skin, a current instantly coursed through his body, making him involuntarily intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, murmuring to himself, "Shiyun, everything will be alright from now on..."
Then, he quickly and neatly put on a white shirt, a black suit jacket, dress pants and leather shoes, and walked out of the room.
"Young Master, there's something I'm not sure I should say, and it might offend you... Ever since Miss woke up from that car accident, her personality has changed drastically, as if... as if she's become a completely different person." Aunt Fang, the nanny responsible for caring for Fu Shiyue and Xie Shiyun, expressed her bewilderment to Fu Shiyue. After all, she had served them for many years, taking meticulous care of them since they were children.
You must know, Xie Shiyun of the past was never like this. Hearing Aunt Fang's description, Fu Shiyue turned around abruptly, his eyes as cold and piercing as ice stars. He said coldly, "It's already the best that she can wake up. Don't mention the past in front of her. If I find out anything from her, you can leave." His words revealed an indescribable complex emotion.
After saying that, he prepared to leave. But then he stopped and added, "Also, if anything happens to her, let me know immediately."
Aunt Fang nodded, "Yes, sir, I understand."
Xie Shiyun, who didn't wake up until noon, stretched. This was the best sleep she had ever had, and it was with him...
A knock sounded at the door. "Miss, the porridge I made for you is ready. Please eat it while it's hot."
She changed into simple loungewear, casually pulling her long, beautiful hair into a ponytail—neat, simple, and decisive.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Aunt Fang holding a bowl of porridge at the entrance. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Aunt Fang. I'll go down to eat right away. I'll wash up first."
"Ok."
As she sat in the living room eating, Aunt Fang would occasionally glance at her. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, yet also appeared as a casual glance. Each time this happened, she felt a strange tension, wondering what Aunt Fang was thinking.
Sometimes, Aunt Fang would silently watch her, a faint sadness in her eyes; other times, she would look thoughtful, as if recalling the past. Whenever this happened, she would try to avoid Aunt Fang's gaze, yet she couldn't help but be curious, wanting to find more information in those deep eyes.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't decipher the deeper meaning in Aunt Fang's eyes. Thus, these brief eye contact became an unsolvable mystery in her mind, making her feel that this elder was full of mystery.
She finally couldn't help but speak up: "Aunt Fang, is there something dirty on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Aunt Fang paused, turned around, and said, "Miss, you really are different from before. The young master likes you even more now."
"Aunt Fang, what are you saying? I don't understand. What do you mean by 'before'?"
Is she referring to things before she lost her memory? Even if she were to recall them, she has no recollection of them...
"It's nothing, Miss. I guess I was just talking nonsense. Please eat first, I'll go back to my work." With that, she went back to doing her thing, leaving her sitting there dumbfounded.
Thinking of this, a sense of urgency welled up within her, and she hurried up the stairs towards her room. She remembered that day when she awoke from her amnesia, her gaze inadvertently falling on a notebook on the dressing table. That notebook belonged to Xie Shiyun; it lay there quietly, as if concealing countless secrets.
She entered the room full of anticipation, her gaze fixed on the dressing table. She hoped to find some clues or hints related to herself in the diary. Her fingers lightly touched the notebook cover, feeling its texture, and a surge of tension welled up inside her.
She slowly turned the pages of the book. Each page was densely covered with writing, but there was no particularly outstanding information; it was just a record of some of her daily life.
As time went by, she gradually immersed herself in the world of her diary. The everyday words unfolded before her eyes like a series of paintings, revealing Xie Shiyun's deepest thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Sometimes, she would fall into deep thought because of a single sentence; other times, she would be touched by a detail, her heart stirred with emotion.
Some vague fragments began to surface in my mind.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She frowned slightly, annoyed, but still put down her notebook and went downstairs to answer the door. Standing there was a stranger who handed her a letter and then turned to leave.
She opened the envelope with a puzzled look, and as she read the contents, her expression grew increasingly serious…