I almost touched the moon

When Cheng Che arrived at the Vila Club box, he saw Wen Song leaning on Zhang Yue's shoulder, speaking some unclear words in English and German.

"Speak human language." Zhang Yue poked her head, "I don't understand, speak human language."

When she saw Cheng Che, she had a look of relief on her face, and quickly said to him: "You are finally here, Song Song will be left to you."

Cheng Che bowed his head to thank her, took Wen Song from her arms, touched her head and said, "Sister, let's go home."

"None of your business." Wen Song broke free from his arms, hugged Zhang Yue and said, "Where's Cheng Che? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"How much did you drink..." Cheng Che hugged her back into his arms and complained slightly unhappily, "Why did you suddenly drink so much?"

Zhang Yue smiled bitterly and sighed, "I can't really say. Ask her when she wakes up."

He shook Wen Song again and said, "Cheng Che, here, here, in front of you."

Wen Song suddenly realized something and looked up. Seeing the person in front of him, he exclaimed "gosh", turned around and said to Zhang Yue, "Yue, where did you find this handsome boy? He's so handsome, he looks like Cheng Che."

Cheng Che was just feeling speechless and didn't know what to say, when he heard Wen Song say with a smile: "Wow, you have a great figure, and you look very tall, definitely 187cm. Who are you? Can you ski? You must ski on a double board, I hate single board the most."

"Who do you say I am?" Cheng Che smiled helplessly, hugged her and made her look at him, "Do you think I can ski?"

Zhang Yue also shook his head speechlessly, stood up and said, "Okay, I'm leaving first. You take good care of her."

Then he said to Wen Song: "Song, he, Cheng Che, don't pretend to be drunk, your alcohol tolerance is not that bad."

Cheng Che heard something wrong in Wen Song's words, so he picked her up and asked, "Who do you think I am, sister? Huh?"

"You are Cheng Che..." Wen Song looked at him in disbelief, stretched out his hand and said, "Ah Che, you came so late, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go home, okay?"

Cheng Che felt a pang of bitterness when he heard her words. It was also here five years ago that he saw Wen Song leave with the support of Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue. He hesitated for a long time, but still did not step forward.

If time could go back, he would definitely walk up to her, pick her up, and say to her, "Let's go home."

"Okay, let's go home." Cheng Che picked her up and a tear slid down his cheek inadvertently. Fortunately, it was not too late.

When they got home, Wen Song leaned sleepily in Cheng Che's arms. He was wearing a light champagne-colored three-piece suit with a notch lapel, a white shirt and a black bow tie. The color and outfit are very picky, and if you're not careful, it will look weird. However, it fits him very well, noble and elegant, handsome and gentle.

She reached out and touched Cheng Che's bow tie, revealing a charming and playful smile: "Why are you wearing such beautiful clothes? Are you going to get married?"

"Yes, I want to marry you, but you don't want to." Cheng Che also smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile for no reason.

"Who said that? I am willing." Wen Song hugged his neck, leaned in his arms, and said in a low voice, "But I can't give you the traditional marriage you yearn for, and I can't integrate into your family."

Cheng Che carried her to the bed, wiped her body with a hot towel, and changed her into pajamas. He kissed her forehead and said gently but firmly: "None of that matters. I don't care. Sister, the family life I want is to be with you. You are my most important family member."

"Let's get married, okay?" Cheng Che mustered up his courage and asked her again while hugging her, "Let's go back to Zurich and register for marriage."

Wen Song did not answer his question, but just hugged him and said, "I'm so sleepy now."

Cheng Che smiled and kissed her eyebrows, "Go to sleep, good night."

The next afternoon, Wen Song woke up feeling dizzy and her memory of last night was very vague. She only remembered that she got drunk at the Vila Club, and then Cheng Che seemed to appear...

She walked into the living room and saw Cheng Che cooking in the kitchen. She walked over, put her arms around his waist, leaned over to look into the pot and asked, "What delicious food are you making?"

"Sea cucumber millet porridge. You were drunk last night. Millet is good for the stomach." Cheng Che also turned around and hugged her, rubbed her head and said, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Wen Song took a sip of the juice he handed over and immediately frowned, "Why does it smell so strongly of carrots? It's so disgusting."

Cheng Che smiled and said, "Your eyesight hasn't been very good recently. You can't even recognize me. You should eat more carrots to improve your eyesight."

"Who said that!" Wen Song studied his face and stroked his angular face with his hand. "So handsome, who is this? Who else but my Ah Che can be so good-looking?"

"That's not what you said last night." Cheng Che pinched her waist and said, "Last night you asked me who I was, and whether I could ski, and where Zhang Yue found the handsome boy. Tell me the truth, what bad things did you do behind my back?"

Wen Song recovered his memory almost immediately, laughed awkwardly twice, and said to Cheng Che: "No, it was many years ago, when we just broke up, Zhang Yue took me to find male models, and those guys were not as good-looking as you..."

"Oh, so you mistook me for a male model last night?" Cheng Che snorted, grabbed her hand and turned his face away, pretending to be angry.

"How is that possible!" Wen Song immediately denied it, kissed the corner of his lips and said, "How could I be wrong? I was just pretending because I wanted to see you anxious."

Cheng Che smiled helplessly, bent down and kissed her, saying: "Sister, how come you have become so childish after five years? Professor Iseylia, that's not how I remember you."

"Don't you like it?" Wen Song asked with a sly smile, "Well, I was in a bad mood last night and thought about a lot of things. But now I think I was thinking too much."

"Yeah, you think too much." Cheng Che touched her head and said, "Many things are not that complicated at all. Sister, I have already told my parents, grandparents, and they will not interfere in our affairs, don't worry."

"That's great." Wen Song also nodded and smiled.

After lunch, Cheng Che took out the bracelet Yang Wanqing gave him, handed it to Wen Song and said, "This is the bracelet my mother asked me to give you. It's a gift specially prepared for you."

Wen Song took a look at the bracelet. It was made of transparent and smooth white jade. He knew it was precious. He said a little embarrassedly, "A Che, I can't accept this."

Cheng Che insisted that she accept it and said to her, "Mom said that this was given to her by her mother, A Xuan's grandmother. She really likes you and treats you like her own daughter. She also said that if you have time, Mom would like to invite you to dinner at home."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song couldn't refuse anymore. He accepted the bracelet and said with some emotion: "She is really good to you."

"Yes, she cares more about me than A Xuan and me." Cheng Che put the bracelet on Wen Song's wrist and said approvingly, "It looks very good and suits you very well. Honey, so you don't have to worry about anything. The problems you are considering will not exist."

Cheng Che saw her playing with the jade bracelet without saying anything. He suddenly thought of what she said last night and asked carefully, "Sister, you said last night that you were willing to marry me. Do you remember?"

"I remember." Wen Song chuckled, "I'm not forgetful, how could I forget."

"Then, shall we go back to Zurich and register for marriage?" Cheng Che asked again tentatively, "I got permanent residency in Switzerland last year, and I also have a German residence permit. I can stay with you in Europe from now on. If you want me to become a citizen, I will do so when my residence permit is up."

Wen Song shook his head and said to him, "I didn't understand before, but now I know and I admire your sense of honor, so you don't need to become a Swiss citizen for me. I hope you will always live a life that makes you happy."

"Thank you, sister." Cheng Che kissed her forehead and asked again, "Then let's get married, okay?"

Wen Song thought about it and rejected him: "Ah Che, let's not talk about this for now, okay? I am willing to marry you, but it doesn't mean that I think now is the right time to get married. We are still young, and getting married is troublesome. Let's wait a little longer, ok?"

After hearing her words, Cheng Che no longer felt lost. What he longed for was not a marriage certificate, he just hoped that she could always stay with him, that was enough.

Wen Song hugged Cheng Che's neck, leaned forward and kissed him, and said to him: "Let's go back to your house in a few days and visit your and Cheng Xuan's mother. I want to thank her for taking such good care of you."

After hearing this, Cheng Che's eyes lit up with joy. He looked at her and nodded with a smile, jokingly saying, "Then Xuan might be under a lot of pressure."

"Why is he so afraid of me?" Wen Song sighed speechlessly, "Obviously, all the other kids like me very much, but he is the only one who is afraid of me. I am so pretty, so gentle, and so kind."

"She's really beautiful, but the rest..." Cheng Che looked at her in disbelief, "Wife, do you believe it yourself?"

"I believe it." Wen Song nodded, believing it without a doubt.

"Just believe it."

Cheng Che smiled and hugged her, smiling softly into her neck and shoulder.