By the time “Baby’s Bloom” aired its final episode on television, the recording had already been completed for some time. The weather had transitioned from summer to cool, silently entering winter.

The preview of Wen Liang’s interview segment had been cut and edited, with the three-minute interview garnering over fifty million views.

The interview questions had been collected because everyone was curious about the love story between the two of them, but after watching the video, people became even more curious.

Wen Liang said they had been together for ten years. After calculating, netizens easily deduced that Chen Die was already with Wen Liang when she graduated from high school at 18.

Damn!! It seems what Chen Die said on the university forum before was all true!! She was already with Wen Liang during military training, which means they must have already had something going on in high school!!

Her high school years, her 18-year-old self, I’m so envious.

You should also envy her at 28, Die-mei is truly life’s winner!

Wuwuwuwu I really want to know about Die-mei and CEO Wen’s love story. At the end of the interview when CEO Wen said “No one can be better for her than me,” I was truly touched. Who wouldn’t agree that Wen and Die are a perfect match!!

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Many fans became increasingly curious about their love story, initiating a new wave of digging up old materials, hoping to unearth evidence of their past bit by bit. However, most had already been thoroughly excavated before, so there wasn’t much new content.

Chen Die and Wen Liang didn’t provide any further explanation on this matter.

With the show’s recording finished, Chen Die returned to filming movies, while Wen Liang and his brother and sister resumed their normal lives. Wen Zhi Jing and Wen Zhi Ling also started attending kindergarten.

Chen Shao and Ye Chu Qing’s child, Chen Yu, was a few months older than them, but they were in the same kindergarten class, so the three children could look after each other.

The New Year’s Eve happened to fall on a weekend.

Wen Liang’s elders were no longer around. In recent years for New Year celebrations, they would either return to Wuxi to visit Chen Jian Ping and Wang Mian or visit Chen Die’s grandfather.

This year it was Chen’s family’s turn. When Wen Liang and Chen Die arrived, Chen Shao and Ye Chu Qing were already there.

Although Wen Liang had become much more steady in his conduct over the years, his personality and temper hadn’t changed at all. He wouldn’t cater to others nor did he bother to integrate.

Thanks to his brother and sister’s daily commotion, life had taken on a lively appearance.

Old Mr. Chen invited everyone to sit down. He was currently looking to step down from his position as the head of the Chen Group, but Chen Shao still had absolutely no interest in inheriting the family business. Ye Chu Qing, however, quite encouraged Chen Shao to take over, thus forming a united front with Old Mr. Chen.

In Old Mr. Chen’s view, only if Chen Shao took over could Chen Group continue to stand firm in the future.

Ye Chu Qing’s reason was even simpler. Although she had her entertainment-related businesses, it was still very pleasant to freely spend someone else’s money.

The three children gave New Year’s greetings to Old Mr. Chen and received red envelopes.

Halfway through dinner, the three children clamored to go play and were accompanied by the housemaid to play in the snow in the garden outside.

Although Ye Chu Qing was two years older than Chen Die, her awareness about being a mother was not as strong as Chen Die’s.

From childhood through school, she had always been at the top of her class, and after entering society, she still achieved considerable success, completely different from most wealthy daughters. But when she unexpectedly got pregnant, married, and gave birth, Ye Chu Qing hadn’t been well-prepared for any of it.

Even now that her child was four years old, she still related to him more like siblings than mother and son.

She wasn’t as detail-oriented as Chen Die, was careless, and had a carefree personality. She encountered many stumbling blocks on the path of raising a child, so she simply continued this way of interacting.

People say “Children from poor families learn to manage early,” but in their home, Ye Chu Qing was neither a proper wife nor a proper mother, forcing Chen Shao to step into fatherhood early out of necessity.

For a long time, they were at a loss with the growing Chen Yu, but although their days passed in chaos, they finally confirmed that the person before them was indeed the one in their hearts.

At the dinner table, Ye Chu Qing chatted with Chen Die while instructing Chen Shao to fetch Chen Yu back to do homework.

Though called homework, it was just drawing and crafts.

Chen Shao glanced at her lazily, “What’s the rush? Why do homework on New Year’s Eve?”

“A few days ago you said why to do homework right before New Year, later you’ll say why to do homework right after New Year. Next time you go to the parent-teacher meeting, I don’t want to go again,” said Ye Chu Qing.

“Who does homework on New Year’s Eve?” Chen Shao insisted stubbornly. “At this age, children should just play.”

Ye Chu Qing glanced at him dismissively and turned to ask Chen Die, a fellow parent from the same class: “Have Jing Bao and Ling Bao done theirs?”

“They finished it,” Chen Die thought for a moment, then said, “Wasn’t this homework assigned long ago?”

Ye Chu Qing slapped Chen Shao’s leg hard: “See!”

Chen Shao snorted with laughter and caught her hand, but remained as immovable as a lord.

Ye Chu Qing couldn’t stand the father and son. She had always excelled in her studies, was talented in many ways during kindergarten, and later her grades were among the best.

Throughout her life, all the criticism she had received for her grades was thanks to Chen Yu.

And now the kindergarten strongly encourages parental involvement in teaching, constantly calling for parent-teacher meetings. She didn’t understand what there was to discuss at parent-teacher meetings with such young children.

Last time at the parent-teacher meeting, Jing Bao and Ling Bao’s family sent their father.

Although Wen Zhi Ling was delicate, she performed very well at school. Probably inheriting her mother’s talent, she could sing and dance and was much loved by the kindergarten teachers.

But Wen Zhi Jing and Chen Yu were different; whenever there was trouble at kindergarten, these two were invariably involved.

Fortunately, with Wen Zhi Ling’s presence, when teachers talked to Wen Liang, they remembered to first praise Ling Bao before mentioning Jing Bao’s issues. Ye Chu Qing’s experience was different, truly understanding what it meant “not to put all your eggs in one basket.”

Afterward, she went back and told Chen Shao about this, but Chen Shao still maintained his casual attitude, saying lazily, “Then let’s have another one.”

Ye Chu Qing: “…”

It was simply impossible to reason with him.

After a pause, she persisted and asked Chen Die: “Has Jing Bao also finished his homework?”

Chen Die smiled and responded with an “Mm,” pointing at Wen Liang and saying, “Both brother and sister are afraid of him. They finished it under his supervision a while ago.”

“…”

Ye Chu Qing looked at Chen Shao, deeply feeling that the hope of Chen Yu excelling academically was slim.

At midnight on New Year’s Eve, they officially entered the new year. People outside began setting off firecrackers, creating a commotion, and the sky was repeatedly lit up by fireworks.

Ye Chu Qing and Chen Shao were staying here tonight, while Wen Zhi Jing and Wen Zhi Ling had tired themselves out playing earlier and were already asleep by this hour. Originally planning to take them home, they were reluctant to move as they were fast asleep.

Old Mr. Chen suggested they come pick up the children in the morning, letting them sleep here tonight. After some thought, Chen Die agreed and left with Wen Liang.

Snow fell in the night.

She had been chatting with Ye Chu Qing and unknowingly drank a bit too much. Now her cheeks were flushed, and her body felt warm; even the cold wind didn’t make her feel cold.

She pulled down her zipper, and Wen Liang immediately looked down at her, his brows slightly furrowed as he reprimanded her softly, “Don’t you have a brain?” and forcibly zipped her coat back up.

Chen Die heard his scolding but wasn’t angry at all, finding it quite amusing: “Have you gotten used to scolding your brother and sister so much that you’re getting better at scolding people?”

Wen Liang zipped her up to the top, pulled her hood up, and adjusted her scarf, saying irritably: “You’re no different from those two.”

Chen Die laughed.

Wen Liang looked down at her, then lightly tapped his hand on her forehead: “All of you never let me have peace of mind.”

“If you worry so much every day, you’ll age faster,” said Chen Die.

Wen Liang snorted softly, grabbing her hand and putting it in his pocket as they trudged through the snow to the car.

Since Wen Zhi Jing and Wen Zhi Ling were born, the two of them inevitably had less time alone together. With both of them busy with work, today was particularly precious.

Later they had moved once. The house in the western suburbs where Chen Die had lived since first arriving in Yan City had been their home for many years, and now they had changed to a new residence.

Wen Liang didn’t drive the car into the gate, parking outside and walking in with Chen Die.

It started snowing again, flakes drifting down onto their shoulders as they walked in hand in hand.

Their breath came out in white clouds, misting their faces.

Without the two lively treasures around, the house seemed quieter than before, yet it also felt more like the old days, reminding Chen Die of some past events.

She walked behind Wen Liang, eyes downcast, lost in random thoughts.

Wen Liang changed his shoes and entered the house, looking up to see an envelope on the table alongside a newspaper, a green package with the “Baby’s Bloom” show logo and text on it.

He picked it up, gestured to Chen Die, and handed it directly to her.

Chen Die didn’t reach out to take it: “This is for you.”

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow but didn’t mind, quickly opening the envelope to find a sheet of paper inside.

In the final part of the show, Chen Die’s interview took a different form. Perhaps understanding that she had never liked talking too much about her private life on camera before, they had adopted a letter format.

The finale of “Baby’s Bloom” that aired on TV today would also show the content of Chen Die’s letter to Wen Liang at the end, but Wen Liang, probably embarrassed to see his segment, deliberately hadn’t watched the TV.

Fortunately, Chen Die understood him and arranged for the production team to mail this handwritten letter back on the day of the broadcast.

I see a lot of envy for me online, and I even saw a topic before called “Which girl wouldn’t want to be Chen Die?” But actually, all the lucky things in my life happened after meeting Wen Liang.

Meeting him is also the luckiest thing in my life.

The way I see him might be different from how most people see him. In my eyes, he is very gentle, a very good person, and even, he is the most sincere person I have ever met.

I met him when I was 16 years old. I used to call him “Brother Wen Liang,” now he is my husband.

When I was in high school and needed to dance for a performance, he gave me a beautiful pair of ballet shoes, but they didn’t fit. When I grew up, he bought me a pair of crystal shoes. He said they were princess’s crystal shoes and fit my size perfectly.

We met very early. We had bumps and difficulties in the past, but fortunately, in the end, we became the most suitable shoes for each other.

It was he who accompanied me through the days when I felt most panic-stricken and helpless. It was he who quietly soothed my insecurities. It was he who gave me everything I have now.

We have two children, Zhi Jing and Zhi Ling. We will accompany them as they grow up, experience every bit of their growth, and add more bonds to our future.

I love them very much, but I still love Wen Liang the most.

I believe Wen Liang feels the same way. This is perhaps the unspoken confidence between us.

We have experienced a lot and are certain that we are the only ones in each other’s lives.

Most of the time, he is very mature and steady, but sometimes he likes to act a little petulant with me, always trying to make me unhappy. Yet I don’t feel wronged and am still willing to coax him.

Sometimes I feel that among all the ways lovers interact in the world, the way between Wen Liang and me is the most unique.

I want to maintain this uniqueness.

On the day I married Wen Liang, I was extremely happy. Below were the wedding guests, and I walked towards him, ran towards him, step by step in my wedding dress.

He is my deity, my savior, my everything.

But now, I can also confidently say that I am his deity, his savior, his everything.

I won’t say a one-sided “I love you,” but rather—

I will always love you the way you love me.

The moment Wen Liang opened the envelope, Chen Die still felt shy and ran upstairs, leaving him alone in the living room.

She had written love letters to Wen Liang before but had never shown them to him. They were more like diaries filled with girlish thoughts. This was the first time she had done something like this.

After reading the letter, Wen Liang felt his eyes burning.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, read it carefully one more time, put the letter back in the envelope, tucked it into his pocket, and went upstairs.

Chen Die had already showered and was lying in bed, watching Wen Liang calmly take his pajamas and walk into the bathroom.

“…”

This man was too heartless, showing no reaction at all.

After Wen Liang came out from his shower, Chen Die waited for a while, but still couldn’t resist kicking him under the covers and asking: “Where’s your response?”

He laughed hoarsely but said nothing.

Chen Die continued to press him for a response, and after several futile attempts, she had to give up, feeling a bit disappointed as she grumbled and turned off the lights.

After the bedroom light was turned off, there was still some brightness from the snowy ground outside reflecting in.

Wen Liang embraced Chen Die from behind.

Chen Die was still sulking, turning her back to him, struggling a bit, unwilling to respond.

Wen Liang laughed: “What are you upset about now?”

“Let go of me, I don’t want to talk to you.”

He continued to laugh as if in an especially good mood, and after a good while, buried his face in the nape of her neck, his voice laced with laughter as if coaxing her: “I will also always love you the way you love me.”

Chen Die’s heart skipped a beat, instantly softening her temper, and she turned to look at him.

Wen Liang’s usually composed eyes now reflected the moonlight, unusually bright.

That night, Wen Liang had another dream.

Time kept going backward, without Wen Zhi Jing and Wen Zhi Ling, back to the era when Chen Die was still a child.

She crouched at a bus stop, wearing a blue and white school uniform dress.

The wind blew, gently fluttering her skirt.

Wen Liang stood far away, watching her for a while.

Around them was the clamorous rumbling of trains passing over tracks, as well as the horns, and voices from the bustling city.

She seemed isolated from the dusty world, beautiful and clean, but with her head lowered, her eyes were not directly visible.

Wen Liang suddenly felt his throat itch. He thought it was just the poor air at the train station and coughed lightly, hands in his pockets, lazily kicking a small stone in front of him.

The stone hit the young girl’s white shoes.

She finally looked up.

Their eyes met.

Wen Liang’s eyelid twitched very slightly as if burned by some light, but so lightly it could almost be ignored.

This was the beginning of the story.

And it was because of this beginning that no matter how their story twisted and turned, it would ultimately become countless perfect fairy tales.