After exchanging wedding vows and putting on the wedding rings, the audience below began to applaud enthusiastically.

Many people attended the wedding today. On Wen Liang’s side were almost all business tycoons, while on Chen Die’s side were celebrities she had worked with and crew members she had good relationships with.

After the wedding banquet ended, at Zeng Liya’s suggestion, everyone gathered for a group photo.

Even Wen Liang, who disliked taking photos, graciously joined everyone for a picture.

In the photo, Chen Die and Wen Liang stood in the center.

Chen Die had changed into another, more comfortable formal dress, and the man standing beside her had an impressive height, standing tall and eye-catching among the crowd. His typically defiant face had softened at this moment, gentle enough to be unforgettable.

Zeng Liya carefully edited everyone in the photo to look beautiful before posting it on Weibo.

Fans quickly came rushing in, showering them with compliments, while Wen Liang gained another batch of appearance-obsessed fans.

After the wedding, Chen Die had worn high heels all day and was exhausted. She took off her shoes, stepped onto the soft cushion in the living room, lay down on the sofa, picked up her phone, and began scrolling through Weibo.

She saw that her fans had even formed a separate fan group for Wen Liang, all because of that wedding photo, pushing down all the compliments that were originally meant for Chen Die.

This man was truly a troublemaker. If he were really in the entertainment industry, he’d probably be the kind of top celebrity with daily scandals about being arrogant.

As soon as Wen Liang entered the house, he casually loosened his tie and tossed it aside, returning to his usual self.

They had booked flight tickets for travel tomorrow.

It had been a long time since they traveled together. Their last trip to Wuxi couldn’t be considered travel—it was just to resolve the knot that had been in Chen Die’s heart all along. Counting carefully, their last trip was after Chen Die finished her college entrance exam.

That time they went to a beach in a tropical country. Chen Die’s recollection was filled with the brutal memory of Wen Liang throwing her into the water to learn to swim, choking on the water every day.

This time they didn’t dare go there again, and instead chose the opposite direction, heading north.

After going upstairs, Wen Liang brought out the suitcase from home, and the two of them packed their luggage together until very late.

They pulled out many thick clothes that they didn’t often wear from the closet, which had a woody smell that irritated Chen Die’s nose, making her want to sneeze.

“Are you catching a cold?” Wen Liang asked as soon as he came out from his shower.

Chen Die touched her nose: “No, it’s probably just the dust.”

His hands were still wet with water he hadn’t fully dried. He casually wiped them on his bathrobe, then raised his hand to cover Chen Die’s forehead, finding no sign of fever.

Then he pressed one knee against the edge of the bed and pushed the sitting Chen Die down, leaning over her.

Chen Die was caught off guard and made an “mmph” sound, looking at Wen Liang who was now just inches away, weakly protesting: “We still have to take a flight tomorrow. I’ll have no energy.”

He kissed her and chuckled softly: “Wedding night. Doing nothing wouldn’t be right, would it?”

“…”

That was quite euphemistic.

Wen Liang patted her behind and lifted her leg: “Come on, husband will make you feel good.”

Chen Die’s face heated up. She propped herself up on her elbows, moving back to avoid him, saying embarrassedly: “What husband!”

Seeing her uncooperative, Wen Liang clicked his tongue, looking a bit impatient. He grabbed her ankle and directly dragged her across the bed, their noses touching.

“We’ve got the certificate, had the wedding—if I’m not your husband, who is?”

“…” Though that was true, Chen Die found even hearing these two words embarrassing, let alone them coming from Wen Liang’s mouth.

When did he become so mushy…

He moved to her ear, his fingertips stroking her lips back and forth: “Call me husband.”

He deliberately softened these three words, his voice low, like intentional seduction.

“…”

Chen Die tightly pressed her lips together, refusing to yield.

Initially, she called him Brother Wen Liang, later summoning the courage to call him Wen Liang, and until now she only called him Wen Liang. The term “husband” inherently carried excessive intimacy and coquettishness.

Chen Die didn’t like being coquettish, nor did she know how to be. Her heart was beating wildly, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

That night, Teacher Wen physically guided her on how to say these two words.

Implementing a strict teacher policy—not fluent enough wasn’t acceptable, nor was a voice too soft. Chen Die was both embarrassed and annoyed, her face burning red. She could only grit her teeth and stutter “husband” through locked sounds. It was even harder than her script classes at school.

Early the next morning, they set off for the airport.

Chen Die could barely open her eyes in the car. She hadn’t put on makeup and simply wore a large mask.

At the airport, she was still asleep. Wen Liang unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to wake her. As soon as he got close, Chen Die slapped him with a “smack” sound.

Her eyes were slightly red at the corners as she looked at him with displeasure: “Stay away from me.”

The wedding hadn’t even been over for 24 hours yet. Photos of the grand wedding venue were still trending, but after last night, the fragile flower of love between her and Wen Liang was almost wilting.

Wen Liang pressed his tongue against his back teeth, exhaling heavily, suppressing his anger: “We’ve reached the airport.”

Wen Liang was the type of person who couldn’t hide his anger once it flared up. It was evident just from his face and voice. Chen Die blinked and looked at him expressionlessly: “How dare you be angry with me?”

“…”

“Whose fault is it that I’m so tired now?”

Their eyes met in confrontation for a moment. Wen Liang conceded first, leaning in to kiss her, but Chen Die turned her head to avoid it and directly opened the car door to get out.

Wen Liang had been completely worn down by her.

A few years earlier, with Wen Liang’s temperament, this trip would have been impossible.

Wen Liang could only follow her out of the car, take out the large suitcase from the back seat, walk back to Chen Die’s side, and stroke her ear while ruffling her hair, coaxing her gently: “Alright, don’t be angry. Tonight I’ll let you get a good rest.”

Chen Die snorted with a nasal tone.

She actually couldn’t get angry at Wen Liang. It was rather spineless of her, but as long as he softened his attitude and casually coaxed her with a few words, Chen Die would calm down.

So before long, Chen Die was humming and burying her face into his chest.

Wen Liang laughed lightly, holding her shoulder, and adjusted her mask to cover the middle of her nose bridge as they walked into the airport.

She continued to sleep on the plane, all the way until they landed at their destination. Chen Die had finally slept enough.

Yan City was already showing signs of early spring, but the north was still in the depths of winter. As soon as they left the airport, they could see a thick layer of snow on the roadside. The entire city was covered in silver, and looking further, there was a sense of emptiness with few people around.

The two stood at the side of the airport entrance as Wen Liang took out a scarf from the bag and wrapped it around Chen Die.

She didn’t like wearing scarves and rarely wore them before, feeling that they covered her neck and made her less beautiful. Similarly, she never wore turtleneck sweaters.

Chen Die frowned slightly, lowering her eyes to watch Wen Liang wrap the scarf around her, saying: “It’s fine not to wear it. I don’t feel that cold.”

Wen Liang had already wrapped the scarf around her neck twice, holding the remaining short ends in his hands. After hearing her, he glanced at her and, without a word, directly overlapped the two ends and pulled hard.

Chen Die instantly felt as if the throat of her destiny had been seized.

Wen Liang rapped her forehead with his knuckles twice: “If you catch a cold, you’ll complain when I make you take medicine.”

“?”

Is it still possible to get a divorce now?

They first took a taxi to the pre-booked hotel to drop off their things, rested for a while, and then went out.

Chen Die rarely saw such deep snow. It was soft underfoot, reaching past her ankles. Her pants and shoes were covered in white, completely different from the snow in the south.

After walking a short distance, they reached the ski area—their hotel was actually at the foot of the scenic mountain.

Wen Liang asked: “Want to go skiing?”

“I don’t know how.” Chen Die paused. “Do you?”

“A little bit.”

“How do you know a bit of everything? I don’t recall you having so much time to learn skiing.”

Wen Liang casually replied: “I learned when I was quite young. At that time, you probably couldn’t even talk yet.”

“…” Fine, I know you’re old.

Chen Die was quite eager to play in the snow and quickly agreed: “Let’s go then.”

When they reached the skiing area and rented the equipment, Chen Die didn’t even know how to put it on the ski boards. Wen Liang had to kneel down and carefully fasten them for her.

Fortunately, after putting on faceguards, gloves, and hats, only a pair of eyes were vaguely visible through the snow goggles, so there was no worry about being recognized.

Wen Liang helped Chen Die stand up.

Chen Die didn’t know how to move her legs, feeling completely insecure. She could only clutch Wen Liang’s clothes tightly: “Wait, wait, how do I do this?”

“Just keep them parallel.”

“And then?”

Wen Liang put his hand on the small of her back: “If you want to stop, turn your toes inward to fully brake.”

“Huh?”

Before Chen Die could say anything else, the bastard Wen Liang pushed her waist. The ski boards wobbled a couple of times, and she began slowly sliding down the slope.

Chen Die screamed as she continued to slide down, her speed constantly increasing.

She was so frightened that she completely forgot everything Wen Liang had just taught her.

Besides, Wen Liang hadn’t taught her anything. He just said some nonsense and directly pushed her down.

Couldn’t this person be a little gentler when teaching others?

Chen Die was taken back by the fear she felt when Wen Liang taught her to swim.

Learning to swim from Wen Liang meant learning while desperately floundering and choking on water.

Teaching skiing was the same. Who just says a few words and then pushes someone down to fall?

They had just had their wedding yesterday!!!

This was murder!!!

As Chen Die screamed while rapidly sliding down, she cursed Wen Liang ten thousand times in her heart. This man must be after her insignificant-in-his-eyes property!!

Just as she was about to resign herself to sitting down, Wen Liang finally skied over, turning directly in front of her to forcibly stop her.

Wen Liang gripped her arm: “Didn’t I tell you how to stop?”

“Who could understand that?!” Chen Die was annoyed.

Wen Liang chuckled, heartlessly: “Explaining doesn’t help. You’ll learn after falling a few times.”

“…”

Chen Die lifted her foot and planted her pole to walk to the other side: “Stay away from me. I’ll learn by myself.”

That day, Chen Die did indeed fall several times, her pants covered in snow, before finally grasping some techniques. She truly had no talent for sports-related activities.

After she told Wen Liang to stay away, he didn’t come close to her.

Only when Chen Die had crawled out a short distance like a turtle did Wen Liang leisurely slide down after her, only occasionally offering a helping hand when she was about to fall into the nearby bushes.

Chen Die wore thick clothes, her face hidden, skiing with exceptional clumsiness.

In contrast, Wen Liang’s skiing posture was immediately elegant, and somehow the ski suit even looked stylish on him.

He stood not far away, watching Chen Die ski, occasionally laughing at her clumsy movements. Before long, two girls came over and nudged Wen Liang’s arm.

Being so completely covered, they probably didn’t recognize that the person they were approaching was Wen Liang.

One of the girls cautiously asked: “Hello, could you teach us how to ski? We’ve been trying to learn for a long time and have fallen several times without making progress.”

Chen Die heard the voice and immediately stopped, turning her head to look.

Wen Liang caught her gaze and smiled at her, then said to the two girls: “I’m teaching my wife.”

Chen Die: “…”

The two girls looked in the direction he indicated, not daring to look closely. They quickly glanced away and left with two hasty “Sorry.”

Because of the “my wife” from Wen Liang’s mouth, Chen Die unilaterally became angry with him and then unilaterally reconciled.

After skiing for a while longer and falling repeatedly, Chen Die lost interest. The two changed back into their clothes and went to eat at the barbecue buffet restaurant in the scenic area.

There weren’t many people eating at this time.

But Chen Die only wore a mask and was quickly recognized. People excitedly greeted her.

Chen Die smiled at them, took photos together, and then went with Wen Liang to get food with their plates.

Wen Liang took some barbecued meat, while Chen Die chose some cakes from the dessert cabinet. By the time she returned to their seat, Wen Liang was already grilling the meat and placed a freshly grilled piece in her bowl.

Wen Liang glanced at her plate and raised an eyebrow: “Not dieting anymore?”

“Why diet during travel? I’ll diet when we get back.”

She had taken a palm-sized strawberry tart cake with a large fresh strawberry in the center, sprinkled with appetizing frosting.

Chen Die scooped a large spoonful from the middle—cream, and sugar frosting wrapped around the strawberry, looking especially delicious.

She offered it to Wen Liang’s mouth: “Be moved. People offer the middle scoop of watermelon, I’m giving you the middle scoop of cake.”

Wen Liang lowered his gaze to look at the spoon, almost imperceptibly frowned, and turned his head to avoid it: “You eat it yourself.”

“…”

He laughed: “I don’t like sweet things.”

“You don’t know how good you have it.” Chen Die withdrew the spoon and directly stuffed it into her mouth.

It would take a while for the meat to cook, so the two chatted while eating. By the time they returned, the sky had already darkened.

Chen Die was unusually full, filled with guilt, calculating how many calories she had consumed while uneasily holding Wen Liang’s hand as they walked back to the hotel.

They took the elevator up to their room.

Wen Liang tossed her a bathrobe: “You shower first.”

While showering, Chen Die was still thinking about how much she had eaten, when she suddenly paused, remembering the spoonful of cake she had tried to feed Wen Liang earlier.

And a voice—

“When Young Master Wen had just returned from school, Mrs. Wen was alone in the kitchen making cakes all afternoon. I was very curious at the time, wondering why Mrs. Wen was in such a good mood that day, even making desserts by hand.”

“When Young Master Wen came home, she brought those golden baked cakes for him to eat. But just as Young Master Wen was about to take a bite, Mrs. Wen suddenly became emotionally agitated and threw all the cakes on the ground, desperately stomping on them, and finally hugged Young Master Wen, sobbing uncontrollably.”

“We later found out that what looked like frosting on those cakes was a poison that Mrs. Wen had originally planned to use so she and Young Master Wen could die together.”

This was what Auntie Zhang had told Chen Die when she asked about Wen Liang’s mother, Shen Yunshu.

And today, that piece of cake was also heavily sprinkled with frosting.

Wen Liang seemed to have frowned slightly at that moment.

Chen Die turned off the shower water and carefully recalled the events of the afternoon, increasingly feeling that Wen Liang’s expression was indeed a bit off, yet feared she might be overthinking.

She hastily rinsed the soap off her body, put on the bathrobe, and went out.

Wen Liang was sitting to the side looking at his phone. Hearing the sound, he looked up and beckoned to her: “Come here.”

Chen Die obediently walked over.

Wen Liang pulled out a towel to dry her wet hair.

Chen Die lowered her head, allowing him to dry it. After a long silence, she suddenly asked: “Wen Liang, did you not eat that bite of cake today because of the frosting?”

Wen Liang’s hand stopped as he was drying her hair.

The room fell into quiet silence.

Wen Liang didn’t want to eat indeed because of the frosting, but he didn’t think it was a shadow from his childhood.

He quite liked sweets as a child, but after that incident, he gradually lost his taste for sweet foods, not deliberately avoiding them.

Besides that, he probably developed an aversion to frosting from that time.

He didn’t want to hide it from Chen Die, nor did he want to fully disclose it and make her exaggerate and overthink.

Just as he was about to speak, Chen Die suddenly said: “Wen Liang, let’s have a child.”

He remained motionless, truly stunned this time.

Chen Die’s words came out of nowhere. One moment she was talking about frosting, the next she jumped to the decision to “have a child.”

Chen Die sat at the edge of the bed, while Wen Liang stood in front of her, drying her hair, his hand still pressing on her head through the towel.

Chen Die opened her arms to embrace his waist, burying herself in his embrace, sniffling: “Your mother didn’t treat you that way because she didn’t love you.”

“She might have been ill, unable to control her actions.”

“In the future, we will have our child, maybe a boy or a girl, who will probably be very beautiful. We will raise them well together, and they will become an amazing person.”

“We will have a wonderful family. We will love our child, and our child will love us.”

“Our child will help you gradually forget those bad memories from before.”

After Chen Die finished speaking, Wen Liang remained silent for a long time.

His throat felt dry.

Chen Die tightened her arms around his waist once more.

After a long while, Wen Liang finally laughed, pulling Chen Die away. He laughed nonchalantly, tipping her chin, teasing her to make her smile: “This morning you were angry with me for not getting enough sleep, and now you’re telling me you want a child. Don’t want to sleep again tonight?”