I almost touched the moon

After returning to Zurich, Wen Song first went to Cheng Che's house. The house was almost the same as it was five years ago. Even her toothbrush, skin care products, clothes and slippers were all in the same place, as if they had never been apart.

Cheng Che took out a set of pajamas for her, hugged her gently and said softly: "Sister, go take a shower first and have a good rest."

Wen Song put his arm around his neck, smiling calmly, and pressed his whole body against him and asked with a smile: "Why are all my things still here? Didn't I ask you to throw them away?"

"How can I bear to leave?" Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her gently, "I have been waiting for my sister to come back."

Wen Song wrapped her legs around his waist, lingered with him passionately, and chuckled in his ear: "Let's go take a shower together."

The extremely charming voice was so enchanting that it made people's hearts flutter. Cheng Che also smiled, kissed her fox-like eyebrows, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "You are getting worse and worse, little fox."

After getting up, Wen Song half-lay on the single sofa by the bedroom window, holding a computer to check the information required for marriage registration, and his eyes occasionally caught some of the scenery outside the window.

It was afternoon, and the sun shone through the large French windows. From the window, you could see the sparkling Limmat River, with a few cruise ships floating leisurely on the river, and the spire of the Zurich Cathedral on the other side of the river.

Because she was so familiar with it, she could even tell from memory which one was the art gallery and where the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology was among the overlapping ancient buildings on the other side.

She couldn't help but recall that she and Cheng Che once loved riding horses along the shores of Lake Zurich and the Limmat River, from her home all the way to Lindenhof Mountain, and basking in the sun on the top of the mountain.

After leaving the top of the mountain, they would go to Wen Song’s favorite dessert shop on Bahnhofstrasse for afternoon tea, sometimes go shopping, and then go home to wait for Cheng Che to make dinner for her.

After they separated, she walked along this road many times, sometimes on horseback, sometimes walking Petty, but she never met Cheng Che. She knew that he was also in Zurich, a small city, but they had never met by chance.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Cheng Che walked in, holding her favorite Korula and matcha cream latte.

Cheng Che put the food on the low table in front of her and said to her with a smile, "Go try the Koroli that my sister likes the most and see if it tastes the same as before."

Wen Song took a bite and found the familiar caramel-flavored crispy shell mixed with the soft filling intertwined with the aroma of vanilla and rum. It was the taste she was most familiar with.

She nodded, smiling like a flower, and said to Cheng Che, "Same as before."

Cheng Che was delighted to see her checking the marriage registration details on the computer, and leaned over to ask, "Have you made the appointment?"

"Not yet." Wen Song sighed and shook his head. "I looked at the required documents. It's so troublesome. I need your single certificate, criminal record certificate, and birth certificate issued in China. The documents also need an apostille. It should take at least a month for you to prepare all of these."

Cheng Che smiled, rubbed her head and said, "Wait for me."

He turned and left the bedroom and went to the study. When he came back, he had two more file bags in his hands.

Cheng Che opened one of the file bags, handed her the documents inside and said, "I have prepared them a long time ago. The certificate of singleness, the certificate of no criminal record, the birth certificate, and the copy of my residence card, tax payment certificate, and passport are all here. The Hague certification is also completed. Sister, please check when the earliest appointment can be made."

Wen Song looked at the stack of documents he had prepared in surprise. He suddenly felt like he was on a pirate ship. He put his arm around Cheng Che's neck and said, "Tell me the truth, has this been planned for a long time?"

"Yes." Cheng Che also hugged her and confessed, "I started preparing since the first year we were together, because you always want to get married. I was afraid that if I didn't prepare in advance, you would say it's too troublesome and you don't want to get married."

"Idiot." Wen Song kissed his cheek. "The earliest you can make an appointment is this Friday. Go to Zivilstandsamt to submit documents and fill out the marriage application form."

"Okay." Cheng Che held her hand seriously and interlocked their fingers. "Then my wife, you can't abandon me in the future, because divorce is also very troublesome."

"No trouble." Wen Song blurted out, "I'll just give it to my mother."

"No!" Cheng Che immediately hugged her tightly and said coquettishly, "Besides, mom is a commercial lawyer, she won't care about you. Honey, what's wrong with you? We haven't even gotten married yet and you're thinking about divorce."

"Didn't you say that?" Wen Song also smiled and explained to him, "I just told you that divorce is not that troublesome."

Cheng Che took out a thicker stack of documents from another file bag and handed them to her, saying, "Baby, you need to sign this."

Wen Song frowned as he looked at the pile of documents and muttered softly, "What? It's thicker than my professional book. I don't want to sign it."

Cheng Che handed her the pen and said, "You have to sign it. This is the transfer agreement for all the real estate, equity, funds and trusts under my name. Sign it quickly."

Wen Song flipped through the pile of documents and found that there were actually shares of his shares in Cheng Group. He said half-jokingly, "Wow, it seems that you really want to sponsor me to develop the Kuiper Belt Probe."

"Yes." Cheng Che looked at her and smiled, "That should be enough. If not, I will transfer all my other movable property to you."

"No need." Wen Song returned the documents to him and said, "I was just joking. Ah Che, you don't have to do this. I've never been with you for your money. Keep these for yourself, especially the shares. That's what your mother left you."

Cheng Che said to her, "I've given you all my wealth, so you can't leave me. And don't worry, even if I make a mistake and do something to let you down, my loss will definitely be greater than yours."

"Fool." Wen Song sighed and hugged him tightly, "I know you won't. Take it back quickly. If you insist on me signing it, it's fine. You have to choose between these documents and getting married."

Cheng Che looked embarrassed, looked at her pitifully and said, "But I just want to do more for you. I want to give you everything I have. I know I was sorry to my sister before, and I don't know what else I can do to make up for it."

"Why do you want to say sorry?" Wen Song looked at him and asked, "Ah Che, I have never done well in our relationship. I always ignored your feelings. It is normal for you to break up with me. After the breakup, I know that your sadness and pain are no less than mine. So don't think about saying sorry, and don't think about compensating me. You have done a lot for me."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che was so moved that he couldn't say anything more. With tears in his eyes, he said emotionally: "I must have saved the entire universe in my previous life. Thank you, baby, thank you for loving me so much."

Then he took out two more documents and handed them to her, asking tentatively, "Then how about signing this? Here are two houses I bought for us. One is a villa by Lake Starnberg, and the other is on the top of a mountain in Zurich. They are the wedding gifts I prepared for my wife.

I know you don't need real estate, but this is just a token of my appreciation. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Lawyer Wen. If I don't express anything and just marry you, I'm afraid she'll kick me out."

Wen Song was still a little hesitant and said to him: "My mother won't care about these, you think too much."

"Sign it, sign it." Cheng Che shook her arm and started to act like a spoiled child. "If you don't sign it, I'll really feel like I'm being kept by a rich woman. Sign it quickly. Didn't you say you wanted me to be happy? I'll only be happy if you sign it."

"Okay, there's really nothing I can do about you." Wen Song complained softly and signed his name on the document.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You know if you gave me these two properties directly, I would definitely not agree, so what do you say first? Transfer all the properties under your name to me."

Cheng Che immediately defended himself, "No way! I originally wanted to give you everything I have, but if you don't want to, then at least you must accept our future wedding house."

"Okay." Wen Song smiled, "But Cheng Xuan is still living with you, so I'll still live in my own house. Starnberg is too far from our college, and I have early classes on Monday, so I can't get up."

Cheng Che chuckled helplessly and said to her, "Professor Iseylia, why are you the same as your students, complaining that it's too far to get up. I bought an apartment for Xuan near your college, and he also said he wants to live there. From now on, it will only belong to our home, and there will be no one else. It's okay if your wife doesn't want to live here, but she must live with me."

"Of course, what would I eat if I didn't live with you?" Wen Song also said to him, "It's okay to live there, but you have to take me to work on Monday. I need to catch up on some sleep in the car."

"I take you to work every day."