Zhang Jingchan almost never got drunk, because he was unwilling to let himself lose rationality in any situation.

But today, he got drunk.

He didn’t know when, but everything before his eyes had become blurry. He only remembered a pair of familiar hands constantly supporting him. Smelling the scent on her body, his heart was at peace.

The bridal suite was arranged in an independent villa deep within the hotel. Zhang Jingchan was helped onto the bed to lie down.

He kept sleeping hazily. Later on, when the surroundings became completely quiet, someone took a warm, damp towel and wiped his face. He grabbed that person’s hand and called: “Weiyi.”

Li Weiyi answered: “Didn’t think you’d have a day when you’d get drunk too.”

He wanted to open his eyes but couldn’t: “I’m not drunk.”

Vaguely, he heard her laughing continuously, so he closed his eyes and smiled too.

His face was wiped, then his hands. His tie and shirt were removed with help, and he was covered with a soft blanket. Then someone removed his shoes and socks, and immediately after, his feet were soaked in warm water—so comfortable.

Zhang Jingchan opened his eyes slightly and vaguely saw the figure crouching on the ground. He asked: “You’re not angry, are you?”

Li Weiyi gently dried his feet with a towel: “Why do you ask that?”

“Not angry… how could you wash my feet? This is treatment I’ve never had before.”

Li Weiyi almost smeared the foot-wiping towel on his face: “I just can’t accept you getting directly into bed without washing your feet!”

He laughed deeply with his eyes closed and pulled her into an embrace, wanting to kiss her but never kissing the right place. Li Weiyi was furious. She still needed to change clothes and bathe, yet he pressed her on the bed rubbing and nuzzling. When she finally broke free, she said resentfully: “Damn it, I hate drunks so much. Didn’t think you’d still be like this when drunk.”

The completely drunk man said firmly: “I never get drunk. Trust my self-control.”

Li Weiyi: “……”

After another while, Zhang Jingchan fell asleep. Vaguely aware, she also got into bed, skillfully pressed him against her chest, and continued sleeping peacefully.

The next day, the sun was high when Zhang Jingchan finally woke holding his head.

The room was silent. The balcony window was open, the wind making the curtains roll continuously.

“Weiyi?” He called once. No one in the room, no one in the bathroom either.

Chagrin and guilt surged in Zhang Jingchan’s heart. Although they had consummated their marriage a thousand times before, last night was their wedding night after all, yet he had unprecedentedly passed out drunk. He didn’t know if she would mind.

Looking at the empty bed beside him, he thought she must mind—she had always been a petty woman. Otherwise, how could she bear to let him wake up alone on the morning after their wedding?

He lowered his head and smiled, sending her a message: “Where are you?”

The reply came quickly: “At the beach with sister and brother-in-law. You’re finally awake. Let’s go eat lunch together in a bit.”

Zhang Jingchan pondered this message for a while, feeling that even if she was angry, it wasn’t much. His heart relaxed. He went to take a shower and change clothes, tidying himself up to be imposingly handsome again, even tying on the tie she liked most.

Walking out of the dressing room, just as he was about to call Li Weiyi, he saw a light blue envelope on the desk. On it, in familiar handwriting, was written: For Ah Chan.

Zhang Jingchan walked to the well-lit balcony and pulled out the letter.

Ah Chan:

Perhaps starting today, I should start calling you husband. But I still prefer calling you by your full name, Zhang Jingchan, because the first time I heard it, I thought how could someone have such a beautiful-sounding name. I’m actually not very used to calling you Ah Chan, because these two characters always bring me a little bit of sadness.

Whether it was the nineteen-year-old Ah Chan or the twenty-seven-year-old Ah Chan, both made me feel a little bit of sadness beneath the bright and brilliant exterior.

So when I first met you, my heart actually started to fear—fear that I would fall for you. You were too proud, so proud that someone cheerful like me didn’t seem to be from the same world. You were also very lonely. Perhaps many people always gathered around you, but during those days when I became Ah Chan, every single day, I could feel your loneliness.

I really loved those days accompanying you in the loop. Watching you smile many times each day, watching you tease me and touch me, banter with me like a real young man, watching you gradually reveal your green tea boy nature (absolutely no negative connotation, this is a neutral term I swear). Actually, let me tell you, normally I’m not that silly or dumb at all. I’m usually a proper person. It was completely to help you relax and be happy during the loop with so much pressure that I destroyed my image to make you smile. Do you believe me or not?

Starting today, I’m your wife. Looking back on these years, that little girl Li Weiyi who lacked security in time truly made you suffer some grievances in our relationship. But I dare bet that even if you were with someone else, it would be the same. As the saying goes, all crows under heaven are equally black—there are no women who don’t get jealous, only foolish men. Of course, I’m not saying you were still a bit stupid about male-female relationships back then. Please don’t overthink or extrapolate.

You’ve sacrificed a lot for this marriage and given me a lot. Before today’s wedding, I kept thinking—what can I give you?

Actually, my vision for our marriage is particularly simple—

I want every day of our remaining lives, no matter what difficulties and dangers we encounter, when Ah Chan sees me, he will still feel that life can be a little happier, a little more relaxed.

I want even when we argue, we never let it go overnight, and no matter who’s right or wrong, you apologize first—just like you’ve done all these years, and you must persist until we’re old.

I want to have one little Ah Chan and one little Weiyi. Of course, two little Weiyis would be fine too, but absolutely don’t have two little Ah Chans—so many people around me say having two sons is a nightmare.

I also want Ah Chan to be healthy and live to a hundred. May his heart never be lonely or ice-cold again. When I call the name Ah Chan, I no longer feel sadness, only the intimacy and happiness that belongs to just the two of us.

Because from beginning to end, from nineteen to twenty-seven, and to the far future, he has been my Ah Chan. My person, Li Weiyi’s person—even the blood in his bones should be warm, because I’m warming him.

However, looking back on my pre-marriage life, there remains one regret that you can never satisfy, and I can only regret it for my entire life.

That is, I really wanted to taste what it would be like to forcefully kiss you when I was a handsome young man! This might sound a bit perverted, but what woman could have such a novel experience? Anyone would want to try it. Unfortunately, each loop was too tense, with no time left for me, Ah Chan Li, to flirt and woo girls. It’s all your fault for not being delicate and gentle enough. You were so rigid back then, causing me to miss great opportunities multiple times. Now I can only sigh with regret!

From now on, I’ll never have the chance to be Ah Chan Li again—I can only be Mrs. Zhang.

Good morning, Mr. Zhang. I’m so pleased that you were dead drunk on our wedding night, neglecting your bride. Sorry, but I’ll repeat this story to our future children a hundred times, haha.

The good news is that from now on, every day, Mrs. Zhang will, as before, love her Mr. Zhang with a heart that’s devoted until death.

Yesterday, Ah Chan Li

Today, Mrs. Zhang

Written

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This chapter marks the complete end of the entire story. I’m also a bit reluctant to let go. Love you all, see you in the new book.