1. After getting their marriage certificate, Yun Li and Fu Shize moved into their new home. It took about a month for them to shop online and offline, finally decorating the entire house.
Yun Li finished her shower and saw two tickets Fu Shize had placed on the table – performance tickets reserved for faculty members at the school.
Not long after getting married, Yun Li hadn’t yet adapted to the change in her status.
Staring at the prominent words ‘Family Member Ticket’, she couldn’t help but smile secretly.
Feeling an unusually strong desire to show off, Yun Li took a photo and spent a long time editing it for her Moments. Then, thinking about the flood of replies she’d get, she backed out and opened her chat window with Yun Ye instead: [Yun Ye, look, my husband’s school-issued these.]
Yun Ye: [?]
Yun Li: [Don’t you feel envious?]
Seemingly finding her boring, Yun Ye simply didn’t reply to her message.
After the bathroom water stopped, Fu Shize walked into the living room, drying his hair with a towel. Noticing Yun Li smiling while holding the two tickets, he also curved his lips: “They’re for you.”
Yun Li examined the tickets closely, “I’m your family member now.”
“Mm.” Fu Shize sat beside her, affectionately wrapping an arm around her: “Help dry your family member’s hair.”
Yun Li wiped the water droplets near his ears. The man’s lips curved slightly upward, and up close she could see his porcelain-white skin, even the shape of his eye sockets etched into her heart.
She glanced at the words on the ticket, still finding it unbelievable that the person she admired in her youth had unexpectedly become her most beloved person one day.
The phone rang, and Fu Shize casually picked it up to answer. He gave a couple of light “Mm” sounds.
Beside him, Yun Li heard a man’s rough laughter through the phone: “Teacher Fu, a few of us teachers are eating and drinking out tonight. Want to join the fun?”
Fu Shize paused: “Let me ask my wife.”
He raised his eyes to look at Yun Li, his tone calm: “Colleagues are inviting me for dinner. Can I go?”
Yun Li didn’t think much of it. He had just started the job, so it was normal to receive invitations. Although it was already past 10 PM, she still nodded understandingly.
Fu Shize put the phone back to his ear.
Yun Li gently wiped his hair, hearing him chuckle softly, his tone frank: “My wife wants me to stay home with her. Maybe next time.”
“Understandable, understandable. We all know your better half keeps a tight rein. But Teacher Fu, as men, we still need to fight for our position in the family, you know.”
Fu Shize: “I’ll ask my wife’s opinion.”
Yun Li: “…”
Having made Yun Li take the blame, Fu Shize showed no guilt. Feeling the reduced pressure on his hair, his voice lowered, with a hint of a smile: “What’s wrong?”
“Last time in the WeChat group, a teacher said you were henpecked…” Yun Li had been puzzled at first, as she hardly had any contact with them. Now she finally understood where those teases came from.
Fu Shize nodded, his messy hair falling in front of his eyes: “Am I not?”
The person before her looked frail, his collarbones visible, eyes still a bit moist.
He always used this trick.
Yet Yun Li was helpless against it, unable to get angry at this person at all. She vigorously rubbed his hair, as if punishing his behavior, and said irritably: “Who would admit to being henpecked?”
Fu Shize let out a long, soft murmur, raising his hand to her hair, his fingers intertwining with hers.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice tender: “Then I admit—”
“With me, you can have the final say.”
On the day of the performance, Yun Li specially dressed up. As she was braiding her hair at the dressing table, Fu Shize gently pressed on her shoulders, standing behind her.
His slender fingers slowly braided her hair, each movement extremely careful, afraid of hurting her.
After finishing, he took out the pair of white pearl earrings from the mother-of-pearl box and leaned close to her face, his nose lightly brushing her cheek as he carefully put them on for her.
The closeness made Yun Li’s heart skip a beat. She stared at Fu Shize’s cold, pale face and his downcast eyes, her face flushing as she gently pushed him away.
“I can do it myself…”
They still had to go out soon.
Fu Shize chuckled softly, directly saying: “No.”
Yun Li thought something was going to happen, but Fu Shize just finished putting on her earrings and kissed her ear.
She sighed in relief, but also felt a bit disappointed. She stood up, adjusted his collar, and asked: “Want to wear a tie?”
Fu Shize sought her opinion: “You decide.”
Yun Li looked him up and down, at his white shirt and trousers. She deliberately unbuttoned his first button, smiling: “No tie. This way, it feels like dating a high school student.”
Fu Shize ruined the mood: “I started high school at 12.”
“…”
Yun Li thought carefully about dating a 12-year-old high school student.
Hmm, that would be too beastly.
When leaving, Fu Shize, based on her outfit, took out her shoes along with his and placed them on the ground, his habit.
Yun Li slowly put on her shoes. They took the elevator to the garage, where Fu Shize opened the passenger door for her. His figure was straight, the white shirt contrasting with his pale skin, making his features even clearer.
At the performance venue, Yun Li linked arms with him as they quietly entered.
They were almost the only couple dressed so formally at the scene.
Dressing up for a date, Yun Li didn’t find it inappropriate at all.
After all, dressing up carefully when dating, giving each date a sense of ceremony, and pursuing romance and excitement.
After marriage, it can still be romantic.
She drew a heart on Fu Shize’s palm, feeling the thin layer of sweat on his warm hand.
She thought – after marriage, one can still feel excited.
2. Yun Li procrastinated for a full six months before uploading the bridal shop exploration video to Bilibili. After updating, she stretched and walked to the living room.
Fu Shize was sitting on a white chair on the balcony.
When renovating the house, they had turned the large balcony into a garden balcony, filled with potted plants and vines, with a small round table and two chairs. On sunny days, they would read together under the sunlight.
He wore a silk pajama top with only a few buttons fastened. Hearing the sound, he lifted his gaze from the book, his thick black eyelashes rising as he softly asked her: “Done?”
“Mm.” Yun Li naturally sat on his lap, hooking her arms around his neck, smiling: “Did you wait long?”
“No.” Fu Shize wrapped an arm around her waist.
Yun Li stared at his thin lips, unable to resist giving them a light peck, then tried to cover it up: “That’s to make it up to you.”
Fu Shize pondered for a moment, then said: “I just remembered wrong, I did wait a long time.”
He leaned his face closer to hers: “One isn’t enough.”
“…”
Yun Li was doing her makeup for the evening live stream when she noticed Fu Shize pick up his phone from the bed, frown, and tap it a few times, then put it back.
She stopped what she was doing, turned around with her hand on the chair, and asked him: “What’s wrong?”
Fu Shize: “Argued with someone.”
Yun Li found it hard to imagine him arguing with anyone. After a long pause, she asked: “Who?”
Fu Shize lazily flipped through his book, casually replying: “Someone who likes you.”
This sentence made Yun Li nervous. She quickly went through all the men she had recently interacted with in her mind, and only after confirming she hadn’t had any ambiguous contact with anyone did she ask: “Who?”
“Someone who left you a comment.”
Hearing this response, Yun Li paused for a few seconds, reminding him: “The commenter could be a girl too.”
She then imagined this scene and couldn’t help laughing: “You’re jealous of a girl.”
“…”
Seeing her laugh, Fu Shize also seemed to feel his behavior was a bit childish. He fell silent.
After teasing him, Yun Li suggested: “I’m going to livestream tonight, do you want to appear on camera?”
Feeling like a child who hadn’t grown up in Yun Li’s words, who lost an argument with someone else, and now Yun Li had to buy him candy to comfort him.
Fu Shize wordlessly shook his head, picked up his book, and silently curled up in the corner.
Before the live stream, Yun Li scrolled through the comments and finally understood what Fu Shize meant by ‘argument’.
After she updated the shop exploration video, the screen was filled with bullet comments and replies all containing the word ‘wife’. Someone commented: [Wife, wife, are you getting married?]
efe: [Yes, marrying me.]
Fans who had followed Yun Li for a while all knew about this EFE account. A bunch of people replied to him, calling him delusional, daydreaming, and building castles in the air.
Yun Li scrolled down. Fu Shize hadn’t replied. His so-called argument was more like being mocked by a group of people.
This was normal in comment sections, with fans joking with each other, but at this moment, Yun Li felt like Fu Shize had been greatly wronged.
Thinking about how to clear his name, Yun Li absent-mindedly opened the livestream room. The number of viewers quickly exceeded ten thousand.
After chatting with fans for a while, someone in the livestream room sent a message: [Did a man just walk past behind the salted fish?]
This comment stirred up a storm, with others chiming in. Yun Li found it strange and looked back, seeing Fu Shize still sitting on the sofa, motionlessly reading his book.
She turned her gaze back to the camera, a bit confused: “You must have seen wrong, although…”
A figure slowly walked past behind her, accidentally dropping a book on the ground. Fans immediately shouted: “It is a man!”
[Wuwuwu, my wife has been taken]
[Women are all liars, give me back my wife]
[No more puppy love, unfollow]
Fu Shize glanced at these comments, tilted his head, and looked at the speechless Yun Li.
He calmly said: “Wife, I dropped the book.”
When the man’s face appeared on screen, there was a moment of silence in the livestream room.
[Damn, why am I starting to ship this?]
After ‘accidentally’ wandering around the livestream room, Fu Shize went to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk for Yun Li. While waiting for the microwave to heat the milk, his phone vibrated.
The notification bar prompted [Xian Yun Di Da Jiang replied to you~ Go check it out~]
Under that comment where a bunch of people had called him delusional, two obvious markers appeared, representing the Up主’s reply.
Xian Yun Di Da Jiang: [Umm… I did marry him.]
Xian Yun Di Da Jiang: [From now on, I’m only his wife ^^]