Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

One by one, they rationally stopped and instead inquired about the situation via their phones.

Tell Song Beiyou to rest well, and once her body has adjusted, have her let me know so I can rush to Youju immediately.

At this moment, I am at leisure.

After Xie Jingbai and the others left, only Duan Yao and Song Beiyou remained.

Song Beiyou had just woken up. Perhaps because he had been lying down for too long, the blood circulation in his legs was not very good, and he could not stand for long. After the person left, he began to look for a place to support himself.

I searched and searched, but it was a bit far.

When her gaze fell on the hand that was being held tightly by her "husband's" fingers, she simply leaned against him.

Duan Yao was checking how the porridge was cooking when he was suddenly leaned on, and he was overjoyed.

The next second, Song Beiyou not only leaned against him, but the hand that wasn't being held also tightened its grip on his chest.

Wearing very thin and sheer loungewear, Duan Yao felt an electric current coursing through his body as his delicate, jade-like hands touched her as they walked upstairs, igniting an intense heat within him.

His mind raced with excitement, thinking she had remembered, and he exclaimed, "Youyou..."

After calling out, Duan Yao realized something was wrong and immediately turned off the boiling porridge, then pulled Song Beiyou up in his arms.

"Are you tired?"

I'm sorry, I was so excited and didn't consider that you just woke up.

His skills in all aspects have not yet recovered well.

When Duan Yao hugged him like that, Song Beiyou instinctively wrapped his arms around Duan Yao's neck.

I pressed my body against his and could feel the warmth of his skin.

Their faces were very close; Song Beiyou could see his impeccable jawline and his incredibly affluent face as soon as he looked up.

Suddenly, she forgot all the discomfort in her legs and began to stare at Duan Yao without any hesitation.

Perhaps because the gaze was too intense, Duan Yao looked down while feeling nervous.

When he saw Song Beiyou's gaze, he asked in confusion, "Hmm?"

Song Beiyou quickly looked away, "Oh, it's okay, just carry me to the dining table."

He was inwardly blaming himself when he said this.

Song Beiyou! Song Beiyou!

Beauty can be a trap; you can't be so spineless.

Since he's already your husband and you can see each other day and night, there's no need to lose your composure at a time like this.

She lowered her head, but the blush on her face was hard to hide. Duan Yao, who was nervous and uneasy just a second ago, curled his lips into a smile.

After placing the person in the dining chair, he said softly, "Sit down, I'll go get you some porridge."

This is your favorite preserved egg and lean pork congee.

Song Beiyou nodded, "Okay."

This husband is surprisingly gentle.

Duan Yao patted the top of her head and suddenly felt that this was fine too; if she forgot, she should forget.

Starting today, let's begin all over again.

He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table, saying, "This is your phone."

"Okay," Song Beiyou replied, watching him turn and leave.

Feeling inexplicably satisfied, I lowered my head and started playing with my phone.

Remember the password well, unlock and open the social media app, and a flood of messages will come rushing in.

Song Beiyou glanced at them, and although there were many, he opened them one by one.

Knowing everyone was worried about her, she sent a group message: "Everyone, everything is fine, please don't worry!"

After sending the message, she opened the chat window that was pinned to the top.

That was a private chat window with Duan Yao, with red dots flashing on it and displaying 99+ unread messages.

She clicked on it, and what she saw was, "Youyou, I'm waiting for you."

Seeing the screen filled with those messages, Song Beiyou's eyes suddenly became dazed, and he immediately jumped to the messages before 99+.

The information above 99+ is from a year and a half ago.

The message from a year and a half ago was also sent by Duan Yao. He said, "Wow~ It looks really good."

Honey, are you sure this is okay?

"I'm on a business trip. Do you mean I need to go back immediately?"

Above the words was a photo of her wearing a figure-hugging, see-through lace dress, a dress similar to lingerie that Gu Panpan had given her.

He forced her to wear it, took photos of her, and then secretly sent them to Duan Yao when she wasn't looking.

For those few days, Song Beiyou was so ashamed that he didn't dare to send messages to Duan Yao, and even made an excuse to go back to Qingshuihe.

Little did I know that it would become our last online conversation a year and a half later.

Further up, there are many more sweet chat snippets, including intimate photos of the two of them and conversations that make one blush.

......

Upon seeing this, something seemed to begin to vaguely appear in Song Beiyou's mind.

There's a scene where she's walking in the heavy rain, and Duan Yao's car pulls up from behind and calls her into the car.

besides......

"The porridge is here." Duan Yao carried the porridge from the direction of the kitchen.

Song Beiyou's thoughts were also interrupted by him, but the emotion he felt towards him changed.

It turns out, he really is my dearest husband.

Looking down at the steaming porridge that Duan Yao had pushed in front of her, her eyes blurred with tears.

Fearing that Duan Yao would find out, she quickly composed herself.

Looking up again, a hint of tenderness, which had been absent before, appeared in her clear eyes. "Thank you."

Duan Yao smiled just as gently, "Eat something, it's a bit light, take your time."

Let him rest for a couple of days before taking a big dose of tonics.

Everything should be done step by step.

Song Beiyou nodded, "Okay."

......

Song Beiyou hadn't fully remembered Duan Yao yet, but she still needed to hold him to fall asleep that night.

Before falling asleep, Duan Yao shamelessly kissed Song Beiyou.

She said this was what she had been doing every night for the past year and a half, and even though she hadn't responded for a year and a half, she still couldn't sleep without doing anything.

Song Beiyou believed him and obediently cooperated with him.

Seeing that he reacted, she immediately said that she was sleepy, tired, and exhausted.

Duan Yao has self-control and wouldn't act like a beast at this critical moment, disregarding everything to lay a hand on someone.

Song Beiyou's action still amused him, and he happily buried his head in the crook of her neck, saying, "Goodnight, wife."

Song Beiyou was taken aback, her mouth dry. "Okay, goodnight."

Starting the following day, the sky cleared up, a rare occurrence before the Lunar New Year, and people flocked to see Song Beiyou.

The entire Youju community witnessed its most bustling scene in the past year and a half.

It lasted from morning until nightfall before things calmed down.

After calming down, Song Beiyou took the wedding invitation from Jia Buxiu and Mo Mo and sat on the sofa to look at it carefully.

The wedding will be held two days before Lunar New Year's Eve, which is eight days later.

Knowing why the two wanted to get married and hold a wedding so soon, Song Beiyou was very grateful, so he would not only attend the wedding on time, but also prepare a big gift.

Not only are Jia Buxiu and Mo Mo preparing for their wedding, but their maternal uncle Zongzheng Qi and Gu Ling are also holding one.

However, the two of them didn't plan on having a large wedding, since Gu Ling was pregnant, so it was going to be a small family-style wedding.

With so many happy events, Song Beiyou was beaming with joy.

A moment later, Duan Yao came downstairs, also carrying something in his hand.

After seeing Song Beiyou looking down at Jia Buxiu's wedding invitation, he looked down at the one in his own hand and pursed his lips.

She quickly walked to the seat next to Song Beiyou and sat down. "Here you go."

Song Beiyou looked up and saw the invitation Duan Yao handed her. "Whose wedding is it this time?"

So many happy events!

"Take a look." Duan Yao's nervousness was visibly palpable.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow, took the invitation, and opened it without any hesitation.

Upon seeing this, I thought, "Our wedding?"