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Bright sunlight streamed through the glass, spilling into the cozy room.
Fluffy white clouds drifted across the cerulean sky, making the afternoon vista as picturesque as a painting.
Bai Sha stirred, gradually waking from her slumber as she lay in bed.
Beside her, Zhou Haochen remained sound asleep.
Right, he had been the main force, after all.
Sitting up, she stretched languidly, the strap of her pajamas slipping down to reveal a delicate shoulder.
“Good morning.”
Zhou Haochen opened his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips as he spoke.
Glancing at her phone, Bai Sha retorted indignantly, “It’s not morning anymore; it’s already afternoon.”
Lying flat on the bed, Zhou Haochen showed little surprise.
“We slept for so long,” he murmured.
Seeing Bai Sha rise from the bed, he quickly asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Should I go buy some medicine?”
Recalling how she had cried her heart out last night, a shiver of lingering apprehension ran through Zhou Haochen.
Bai Sha gathered her clothes, preparing to change, and stretched her body, noting with surprise, “I’m actually fine. I thought I wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed today.”
She merely felt a bit sore, and her walk was a little peculiar, but otherwise, there was no difference from her usual self.
She estimated she would be mostly recovered by evening.
Zhou Haochen breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good, as long as you’re alright,” he said.
Dressed in fresh clothes, Bai Sha leaned against the doorframe, observing the man who still lay languidly in bed, clad only in his shorts.
She commanded, “Get up and help me wash and hang the bedsheets.”
The sated man, with an almost comical eagerness, scrambled into his clothes.
For the better part of the morning, he trailed behind Bai Sha, obediently following her every instruction without a second thought.
Once the bedsheets were hung to dry, Bai Sha tossed out the torn stockings.
Such items, she mused, were indeed disposable.
Around two o’clock, Bai Sha was in the kitchen, preparing lunch… or rather, afternoon meal.
The clingy man, like a persistent plaster (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, gǒupí gāoyao, used to describe someone who is annoyingly persistent or clingy), also squeezed into the kitchen.
He would embrace her every now and then, behaving much like a large, affectionate dog.
“Out! The kitchen is dangerous!”
Bai Sha yelled at him, one hand on her hip, the other wielding a spatula.
Zhou Haochen could only retreat to the small bar counter, where he opened his laptop and diverted his attention.
Several months had passed, and the company was truly flourishing.
It was said that Old Master Xu Yisui had added a few percentage points to his inheritance.
Zhou Haochen calculated his share.
‘Still, it can’t compare to Bai Sha’s,’ he thought.
‘The revolution has not yet succeeded; more effort is still needed!’
Not long after Zhou Haochen began to diligently work, Bai Sha tiptoed quietly behind him and tapped his shoulder.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Oh my! You scared me to death. I’m working, you know.”
The formerly focused man was startled, turning his head to see Bai Sha’s face.
He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he found her eyes and brows seemed softer, even more beautiful than before.
Bai Sha, with her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly in thought.
“Should we eat later then?” she mused aloud.
Convinced that one should never disappoint good food or beautiful women, Zhou Haochen saved his progress, closed his laptop, and took Bai Sha’s hand.
“Come on, let’s go eat!”
At the dining table, Bai Sha hummed a cheerful tune, her legs swinging playfully beneath the table.
“What makes you so happy?” Zhou Haochen asked with a smile.
Bai Sha turned her face away, grinning mischievously, “I won’t tell you.”
Zhou Haochen chuckled mysteriously. “I actually know.”
Bai Sha let out a huff, then threatened fiercely, “If you don’t know, you’re doomed!”
“When you’re traversing mountains and ranges…”
The phone rang.
Bai Sha pulled out her phone and saw that it was the little one calling from her smartwatch.
‘Oh! Living like an empress, yet she still remembers her imperial mother,’ Bai Sha thought, feeling quite pleased.
‘This is truly Mama’s good daughter.’
– “Hello~~ Mama!”
– “Hello, Xiao Yu, my baby, what’s wrong?”
The voice on the other end paused.
– “Mama, why is your voice so hoarse? Are you sick?”
Bai Sha cast a sidelong glance at the culprit beside her, then forced a smile as she spoke, “Yes, I am. You also need to be careful at Grandma’s house, make sure to cover your tummy with the blanket when you sleep, okay?”
– “Then Mama, you must rest well.”
The little one held an ice cream in her hand, feeling regretful that Mama couldn’t eat ice cream because she was sick.
‘Well, I’ll just have to eat another one for Mama! Hehe (*^▽^*)’, she thought.
Zhou Haochen leaned closer from the table, asking, “Xiao Yu, do you miss Daddy?”
– “Yes!” she mumbled indistinctly, her mouth still full of ice cream.
Zhou Haochen sighed, realizing that food was still more important than Daddy to this greedy little girl.
– “Be good at Grandma’s house, and listen to her, okay?”
– “Okay!”
The little one lay on the bed, her tiny feet wiggling, clearly having a very enjoyable time at Grandpa’s house.
After the call ended, Zhou Haochen unconsciously wrapped his arms around Bai Sha’s slender waist once more.
“Shall we go out and have some fun?”
Bai Sha swatted his hand away, refusing, “Forget it. We were at it for so long last night, I’m still tired.”
Despite her words, as the sun began to set, Bai Sha still went for a walk outside with Zhou Haochen.
Along the park path, numerous couples strolled hand-in-hand, while white-haired elders and students jogged past, and parents led their children in playful romps.
All stages of life converged in this corner of the world.
Bai Sha walked behind him, her head bowed, counting the bricks beneath her feet.
The sturdy figure in front of her suddenly stopped, and Bai Sha’s steps halted in unison.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Zhou Haochen turned around, rubbing his nose as he spoke, “I was just thinking, shouldn’t our way of addressing each other change a bit?”
At his words, Bai Sha tilted her head slightly.
They had always addressed each other by their names, lacking the customary ‘terms of endearment’ common among couples.
Even their respective elders used more intimate forms of address for them.
“So, should I call you Haochen? Haohao? Chenchen? Xiao Zhou? Xiao Hao? Xiao Chen? And you call me Shasha? Baibai?”
Bai Sha found that no matter which option she uttered, it felt rather nauseating, sending goosebumps prickling across her skin.
Zhou Haochen felt the same way.
Perhaps it was their differing identities; although they were still young, they had genuinely raised a child together for over half a year.
Their roles as parents seemed to add an extra layer of unspoken responsibility, almost a burden, between them.
“I was overthinking it,” he conceded.
“Let’s just stick to how it was.”
Seeing him turn away, Bai Sha decided to tease him.
She took his hand and whispered, “Then… old… younger brother? How about that?”
She had originally intended to call him ‘husband’ to see his reaction, but the word felt too scorching on her tongue, and she couldn’t bring herself to say it, even as her face flushed crimson.
She had to settle for a lesser option.
The moment Bai Sha, her face flushed, swallowed the first word she’d intended to say, Zhou Haochen knew exactly what she had wanted to utter.
With a chuckle, he pulled her close, drawing her into his embrace, and whispered softly into her ear, “Jiejie (TL Note: A Chinese term for older sister), I’m your husband~”
A sudden *bang* seemed to ring out, and a fiery flush erupted, so intense it felt as though someone’s hot water had just boiled over, turning everything a brilliant red.
“Who told you to say such nonsense?” Bai Sha playfully slapped his arm, her touch soft despite her words.
“Who’s your wife?!”
Zhou Haochen’s smile widened brilliantly after she spoke, while Bai Sha, for her part, quickened her pace forward.
‘Hmph! Annoying fellow, I don’t want to bother with him anymore!’ she thought.
Zhou Haochen chuckled to himself for a moment before jogging to catch up with Bai Sha.
“Jiejie,” he called out, “you promised to walk with me until the very end, didn’t you? Why are you walking so fast? I can’t keep up!”
Bai Sha turned her head slightly, seeing him trailing not far behind.
She turned back, then reached out to take his hand once more.
“I never lie,” she asserted. “A lifetime, once promised, means a lifetime.”
Beneath the glow of the neon lights, Zhou Haochen gazed tenderly at Bai Sha.
“Good,” he murmured. “A lifetime, once promised, truly means a lifetime.”