A beautiful summer night

On Monday, a workday, Yu Fei walked out of the president's office in high spirits. After a few steps, he couldn't hold back his smile and rushed to his workstation, picking up Huo Yang, who was typing on the computer, with a gratified expression that said, "You really are my good son."

Huo Yang used two fingers to push his hand away: "Don't make me send you to a mental hospital."

Yu Fei's eyes lit up with laughter: "Secretary Huo! Huo Fei! You're really something! You actually guessed right, President Xie gave bonuses to the whole company!"

"I deserve the highest bonus in the whole company for my excellent reception yesterday!" Yu Fei boasted, snapping his fingers and spinning around.

Huo Yang smoothed out the wrinkles in his suit, his face expressionless: "Oh, I guessed it."

"You're just pretending." Yu Fei was so happy he was about to take off, too lazy to pay attention to his tactless behavior.

After Yu Fei finished celebrating, he began to review the situation. It must be a great event that all employees of the company would receive bonuses, but even his own CEO was so happy about being proposed to that he gave out bonuses. What could be happier than this?

Yu Fei couldn't think of anything else besides getting a marriage certificate.

To verify this, Yu Fei flipped through the list and found the assistant from Xia Wanzhi's studio whom he had recently added to his contacts, and began to gather intelligence.

The two were on the same wavelength, both being gossip lovers. Yu Fei used the gossip about Xie Qiyan giving out bonuses to the entire company as a bargaining chip with Zhu Zi, and finally got the definite news.

"Holy crap—" Yu Fei blurted out.

Huo Yang took a deep breath and deducted a full five points from Yu Fei's personal character and conduct in the "Personal Qualities" section of his monthly employee performance evaluation form.

The evaluation form is divided into self-evaluation and superior evaluation. Their direct superior is Xie Qiyan.

Xie Qiyan was too lazy to comment, so he asked Huo Yang and Yu Fei to comment on each other.

There was a secretary and a special assistant, and they would make a note for each other on the performance evaluation form almost every month.

Yu Fei noticed his actions and rolled her eyes at him: "Want some juicy gossip?"

Huo Yang closed the pen cap: "I won't eat it."

"Exclusive news: Miss Xia's entire family is returning to China next week..."

Huo Yang paused, tore up the assessment form, threw it in the trash can, and casually turned his chair around: "Go on."

Yu Fei beamed: "The two families are meeting to prepare for spending the Lunar New Year's Eve together. According to reliable sources, they are here to discuss marriage."

In other words, after the New Year, they will really have a president's wife.

This is a cause for celebration, a cause for universal joy.

Yu Fei was already thinking about his next bonus.

Thank you, King Yama, for rewarding me generously!

It rained in the north of the city for the next few days. As the end of the year approached, the weather became colder and the festive atmosphere of the New Year gradually became more pronounced.

In the past few days, many reporters have been camped out downstairs at Xie's building, trying to ambush Xie Qiyan. They couldn't get his business card or arrange an interview.

So he had no choice but to hide in a corner and secretly film with a camera.

The entire internet is eager to know what Xie Qiyan looks like. If any reporter takes a picture and posts it, it will become a major sensation, guaranteeing a strong year-end performance.

But if Xie Qiyan is unwilling, no one has the opportunity to do it.

Even if someone takes a photo, there's no possibility of it being published.

Faced with capital, no media outlet dared to act recklessly. Over time, the number of people taking candid photos gradually decreased, leaving them with no choice but to persistently hand out business cards and request interviews.

All the media in the north of the city were waiting for this stroke of luck.

Since Ms. Ross and her three companions came to Beicheng on the eve of the Lunar New Year, Xia Wanzhi wanted to buy back the house in the Qingcheng villa area.

However, when they contacted the buyer, they discovered that the buyer of Qingcheng Villa was actually Xie Qiyan.

When Xia Wanzhi learned it was Xie Qiyan, she was both angry and amused. She was angry that he had kept it from her, but amused because he always managed to surprise her unexpectedly.

Ms. Ross gave Xia Wanzhi the decision of whether or not to sell the house. Xia Wanzhi thought that she wouldn't be able to live there, and that they were far away abroad and wouldn't be coming back. She had also bought the Lanting Villa from Xie Qiyan, thinking that her parents could stay there if they came back. So she decided to sell the villa.

She didn't have any attachment to the house.

However, Xie Qiyan bought it because it was the place where Xia Wanzhi had lived since she was a child.

Simply because that was once Xia Wanzhi's home, and it holds traces of Xia Wanzhi's life.

"I want to buy that villa in Qingcheng back," Xia Wanzhi discussed with Xie Qiyan. "I never thought I'd end up with you, and I never expected my grandparents to come too..."

Actually, it would have been fine to let them stay at the Lanting Villa, but Xia Wanzhi knew Mr. Richard's character all too well.

The old man saw that she was living in a large apartment and probably thought she was being mistreated, so he insisted on paying for a villa for her to live in.

The pot of Sichuan fritillary bulbs and snow pears was simmering and emitting a fragrant aroma. Xia Wanzhi tugged at Xie Qiyan's sleeve, waiting for his answer.

Xie Qiyan turned off the stove, turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand in his pocket and the other on the counter.

This posture allows Xia Wanzhi to maintain eye contact with him at the same height.

"Please, just say something." Xia Wanzhi coughed a few times, blinked, and coaxed him.

These past few days it's been raining and cold, with temperatures below zero degrees Celsius. Xia Wanzhi is driven to and from get off work by Xie Qiyan, and both the car and the interior are heated, but Xie Qiyan just can't figure out how she caught a cold.

Xia Wanzhi usually takes at least a week to recover from a cold, but this time she has a cough and feels listless. She doesn't know when she will get better.

Xie Qiyan tried every possible way to cure her cough, almost taking her to the hospital for an IV drip.

But Xia Wanzhi refused.

I'm afraid of needles.

Seeing that he remained silent and had a furrowed brow, Xia Wanzhi wanted to speak, but coughed a few times as soon as she opened her mouth.

Seeing this, Xie Qiyan covered her mouth and sighed helplessly, "If you want to buy the apartment across the street, I'll do it, but not this one in Qingcheng."

He didn't want Xia Wanzhi to treat him like a stranger.

Everything he has, including himself, belongs to her.

"I..." Xia Wanzhi wanted to speak.

Xie Qiyan interrupted, "The house is already in your name, so we don't need to buy it."

Xia Wanzhi blinked, looking stunned.

"From now on, you're muted. If you have something to say, write it down," Xie Qiyan ordered, tapping her lips with his fingertip. "Take care of your voice."

Xia Wanzhi pursed her lips and nodded emphatically, took his hand and wrote the character for "house" on his palm, then tilted her head and waited for his answer.

Xie Qiyan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he replied, "The wedding room."

The house was priced at 80 million, and Xie Qiyan was thinking of buying it when it hadn't been sold yet.

He bought the house the day after he and Xia Wanzhi got together.

So this house was registered in his and Xia Wanzhi's names.

At that time, I didn't think about using it as a wedding room; I just wanted to be tied to Xia Wanzhi.

When two people's names appear on a property certificate, isn't that a marriage certificate in another sense?

Xia Wanzhi tried to speak, but Xie Qiyan leaned down and silenced her with his mouth.

Just a light touch, and Xia Wanzhi's heart skipped a beat.

Upon hearing that this was their wedding room, a tingling sensation ran through my body as that intimate kiss landed.

Xie Qiyan was in a bad mood because she was sick, and his breathing was heavy. He rubbed Xia Wanzhi's forehead and sighed softly, "Baby, get well soon."

Xia Wanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her arms tightly encircled his waist.

After a while, she hummed twice and wrote the word "hospital" in his palm.

It's true that I don't want to get injections or take medicine, but injections are the fastest way to get better.

The next day, the two appeared at the hospital. Xia Wanzhi received three injections, her mouth bitter, and she waited helplessly for the three bottles of medicine to finish.

Xie Qiyan stayed by her side, his face looking very unwell.

Xia Wanzhi received three injections.

The first two injections are for drawing blood, and the last one is for administering an IV drip.

He knew Xia Wanzhi was not in good health, but when he saw the nurse draw blood from her and then have to switch hands to draw blood again, his heart was in his throat.

His whole body was tense, and he didn't even have the courage to look. Even now, when he recalls that moment, his breath trembles slightly.

With the flu rampant recently, Xia Wanzhi guessed that it might be a viral infection and that she would need to have her blood drawn, which is why she was reluctant to come to the hospital.

This isn't the first time I haven't been able to draw blood.

Xia Wanzhi touched Xie Qiyan's slightly cool palm with her outstretched fingertips, smiled slightly, and mouthed, "It's okay, don't worry."

Xie Qiyan simply leaned over and hugged her.

The highest form of love is endless heartache.