Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"Don't be afraid," Shen Rao said, "I'm just scaring you."

He was reluctant to really threaten her, and as soon as she said she was afraid, he immediately softened his heart.

Those who have no future will not do.

Qi Yan looked up into his calm and gentle eyes, her heart moving slightly.

The afterglow of spring shined on his face, blending perfectly with the unique tranquility of the cemetery.

This feeling is hard to describe. She only knows that her heart feels like it is soaked in warm water, very warm and moist.

She suddenly understood why Shen Rao always had tears in his eyes when he looked at her. She was so overwhelmed by emotions that she almost wanted to cry.

It's amazing.

"Well," Qi Yan replied, "I'm not afraid anymore."

Shen Rao curled his lips in satisfaction. The soft light under the sky seemed to become brighter, relaxing his brows.

"Tell me," Shen Rao moved closer to her, staring at the smoke rising up, "where will we be buried when we die?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it will be buried in the soil." Qi Yan said truthfully.

"..."

Shen Rao lowered his eyes and glanced at her profile, too lazy to beat around the bush.

"I want to be buried with you like this. It would be best if our ashes were mixed together so they can't be separated."

He told her what he had muttered in front of the grave without any concealment.

Normal people would think he was sick, but Qi Yan would just think carefully and say, "Add some more water and we'll become cement."

Shen Rao: “…”

He laughed angrily: "Okay, it sounds romantic to let someone put us together."

"It's like a murder."

"Being with you, even death is romantic." Shen Rao smiled.

"What terrible words." Qi Yan commented.

"What?" Shen Rao narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You don't want to be with me forever?"

"Think about it," Qi Yan replied, "Whatever you want to do is fine with me."

"..."

She agreed so easily, Shen Rao was not used to it, "Really?"

Qi Yan glanced at him and lowered her voice: "If I lie in front of my uncle and aunt, I am really not a human being."

"..." Shen Rao looked at the two tombstones standing still, and suddenly seemed to realize something, "I should ask you to repeat your words about marrying me here, and my parents will be witnesses."

He just said that, but he didn't expect Qi Yan to hold his hand and speak sincerely to the photo on the monument.

"We'll get married."

"..."

"I will come to see you two again after the wedding."

Qi Yan turned around and looked at the stunned man: "What else do you want me to say?"

Shen Rao pursed his lips and stuttered, "No, no more... This is good..."

The two stood in front of the tombstone, holding hands, leaning against each other, just like the tombstone next to them, inseparable.

Qi Yan looked at the two people above, in the black and white photo.

The woman was gentle, the man was handsome, and Shen Rao's appearance combined the best of both. Below were the names of the two and their eulogies.

Shen Rang and Jing Lan are Shen Rao's parents, and also a legend of the previous generation.

The cemetery in the suburbs is peaceful and tranquil with birds singing occasionally.

This place was carefully selected by the old lady of the Shen family, far away from the hustle and bustle of the Shen family. It was her last love for her son and daughter-in-law.

"I think it would be nice to be buried here after we die," said Shen Rao.

“It’s a great place.”

"But it still depends on your family's arrangements." Shen Rao said sympathetically, "As long as I'm with you, I don't care where I'm buried."

"See if you like it," Qi Yan raised her eyes, "They can't control that much."

Shen Rao hadn't thought it through yet. He only had one thought: "I want to be buried with you anyway."

"Good good."

They talked openly about the destination of death, as if it were a common thing.

But death will always come, it is inevitable.

After the worship, the two walked slowly out. Shen Rao was led by her and lagged behind her one step, looking at her straight back.

In this environment, one can’t help but think, what if Qi Yan died first?

Whether it was an accident or death from old age, who could tell who would go first?

His heart tightened, and the pain was so intense that it was suffocating.

Shen Rao is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of a world without Qi Yan.

If I die, I'll be with her, what's the big deal.

Thinking of this, he quickly caught up with her.

Qi Yan smiled at him, so brightly that it was dazzling. Shen Rao held her hand tightly and returned her the same smile.

However, when he gets old, he still doesn't want to die first.

He didn't want Qi Yan to be sad for him, not at all.

Looking beyond the tombstones around us, the future and the present are so distinct. Decades later, a handful of soil and a short tombstone will be what matters most.

Before leaving, the administrator came hurriedly.

"Miss, I haven't got the contract yet!"

Shen Rao paused as he was about to get into the car and looked at him in confusion. Qi Yan thanked him and came back with a contract.

The administrator watched the private car leave and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I was worried.

Which family did the Shen family marry into? Not only are they powerful, but the gifts they give are also so unique.

In the car.

After reading the contents of the contract, Shen Rao looked at her with a very strange look.

"Why did you buy this?"

"Don't you like this place?" Qi Yan said slowly, "It's a profitable family business. If they don't sell it, they can only give you some shares. The dividends are okay."

"What about these?" He pointed to another copy in the car. "What do you buy a flower shop for?"

"His sunflowers are pretty good."

"...Is it because of this?"

"That's why." Qi Yan said without looking away.

Shen Rao: “…”

"You, you really are..." Shen Rao, who was eloquent outside, was at a loss for words.

"Sure enough," Qi Yan sighed, "Is it too shabby to just give away shares and an ordinary store?"

"No! Absolutely not."

Shen Rao put the contract down and held his forehead in silence, "You do this kind of thing secretly?"

Weird and funny.

"Haha," Qi Yan laughed dryly, "Is it not possible?"

"..." Shen Rao tilted his head to look at her, and couldn't help but raised his lips, "Okay, I love the soft rice you give me."

Although the gift she gave was not only fancy but also very expensive, the attention to detail was very satisfying.

"Then you want to..."

"Stop!" Shen Rao gestured to her to stop, "I don't want anything, this is enough."

If he continues like this, he will sooner or later become a gigolo and remain at the top of the rich list.

Shen Rao now looks like a tough little white flower who refuses the temptation of money from the domineering president.

I'm just saying: Don't try to insult my feelings with your dirty money! I won't compromise!

The reality is that he compromised and was even prepared to offer the "sponsor" some value-added services.

Jianganyuan Villa, garage.

The car was filled with moisture, charm, ambiguity, and unbearable heat.

Shen Rao kissed the corner of her absent-minded eyes: "Are you satisfied?"

"..." Qi Yan panted and grabbed his hand that was messing around his waist, "Okay... get out of the car..."

Shen Rao leaned on the passenger seat, looking leisurely at Qi Yan who was sitting on his legs.

"Okay, get off, but—" He stretched out his words and pointed at himself, "I can't get off like this, help me put it on."