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For this wedding, both of them had completed and arranged a lot of work in advance.
The day after the wedding, Bo Ying and He Jingxiu went abroad for their honeymoon.
They went to places where they had once studied and lived, places they hadn’t explored together before.
Due to the previous night’s wedding festivities, Bo Ying was still a bit tired.
He Jingxiu had already considered the issue of long-haul flights and had arranged a private jet to take them.
After another nap on the plane, Bo Ying was full of energy upon arriving abroad.
Their first stop was Paris, France. When they landed, it was early morning, and the sunrise glow appeared on the horizon, painting a vast expanse of blue sky.
It was beautiful and vibrant.
Bo Ying looked, beaming with joy at He Jingxiu, “Mr. He, look at the sunrise.”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow, flicked her forehead, and asked softly, “What did you call me?”
“...”
Bo Ying couldn’t help but laugh, turning her head and curving her lips, “Mr. He, or perhaps He Jingxiu?”
Although they were married, she rarely called He Jingxiu “husband.” She only used that address when she needed his help.
For some reason, Bo Ying still felt a little shy about that particular title.
He Jingxiu didn’t insist on her calling him “husband”; he just liked to tease her.
He lowered his gaze and stared at her for a while, then looked up at the sunrise she mentioned. His eyes softened considerably, and he gently curved his lips, responding, “I see it.”
Bo Ying linked her arm through his, “How is it? Beautiful?”
“Beautiful,” He Jingxiu paused slightly, then said, “It’s welcoming you.”
Bo Ying chuckled, correcting him, “It’s welcoming us.”
The two exchanged smiles.
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In Paris, they didn’t stay in a hotel.
Several people had houses there that they offered for their stay. Bo Yan, having traveled back and forth to Paris many times for Chi Lu, had long since acquired a long-term villa there.
Bo Ying and He Jingxiu didn’t hesitate and stayed there directly.
Chi Lu had also arranged for someone to clean the house before their arrival.
When they arrived, the house was clean and bright. It had a small courtyard, not large, but very exquisite, like a small castle seen on TV when they were children.
As soon as Bo Ying entered the house, her first action was to record a video for Chi Lu.
He Jingxiu watched her happy demeanor and didn’t stop her.
Only when Bo Ying grew tired from exploring the house did he pull her to sit on the living room sofa, asking softly, “What do you want for lunch?”
Bo Ying hesitated, then looked at him, “Eating at home?”
He Jingxiu pondered for a moment, “Are you tired? Do you want to go out for a walk now?”
Bo Ying, “Still energetic. How about we go out to eat, then take a walk?”
“Good.”
He Jingxiu had an international driver’s license, so they weren’t worried about the difficulty of getting a taxi.
Bo Ying chose a restaurant she used to frequent. She wanted to take He Jingxiu to try it. After she chose, He Jingxiu asked, “Is that small supermarket where you used to buy snacks still there?”
Bo Ying was startled, suddenly remembering what she had said at the supermarket before.
She couldn’t help but laugh, looking at him with a smile, “You want to go?”
“Yes,” He Jingxiu honestly told her.
He wanted to see all the places she had stayed and liked, to see the traces of her life.
Bo Ying raised an eyebrow, “Then we can go later if we have time. It’s quite a long drive to that area.”
He Jingxiu had no objections.
The restaurant Bo Ying used to frequent had a very French-style decor, with its windows adorned with fresh flowers, making it very beautiful.
People abroad have a window culture; every window is filled with vibrant flowers, eye-catching and attractive.
Bo Ying stopped at the restaurant entrance, sharing with He Jingxiu, “Is it beautiful?”
He Jingxiu looked up, observing it, and didn’t speak for a while.
Bo Ying turned to look at him, teasing, “Mr. He, what are you looking at?”
“Looking at your favorite restaurant,” He Jingxiu replied, and said softly, “It’s very beautiful.”
He wanted to look closely at the restaurant Bo Ying liked; it must hold many unique memories for her.
Seeing his serious eyes, Bo Ying suddenly understood his emotions at that moment.
She pursed her lips, leaning against his side, and said, “Do you know why I like coming here?”
He Jingxiu looked at her, waiting for her answer.
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Facing his deep pupils, Bo Ying playfully said, “Because the waiters at this restaurant are so handsome!”
He Jingxiu: “...”
Seeing He Jingxiu’s choked expression, Bo Ying couldn’t help but laugh, tilting her head and asking, “Mr. He, why that expression? Are you not satisfied with this answer?”
He Jingxiu didn’t reply, but raised a hand to pinch her face, saying blandly, “Let’s go in and see.”
“See what?”
“See the waiter you said was handsome,” He Jingxiu replied steadily, as if he wasn’t really angry or jealous.
Bo Ying wasn’t afraid of him, answering frankly, “Okay.”
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It was precisely lunchtime, and the restaurant had a good number of people.
Upon entering, He Jingxiu discovered it was a hidden gem. He knew Bo Ying had a fondness for French-style small arches, and the corridors here were all small arches. The light-colored walls, perfectly rendered lighting, and soothing music made it a great place to relax.
“Ah,” Bo Ying exclaimed, “Someone took my favorite window seat.”
He Jingxiu followed her gaze, raising an eyebrow and asking, “Can you see the waiter from there?”
Bo Ying chuckled, pinching his arm, “Mr. He, do you smell a certain scent in this restaurant?”
He Jingxiu glanced at her, not intending to answer.
He knew it was a trap.
Even if he didn’t answer, Bo Ying had a way of continuing the conversation.
She said to herself, “Vinegar. It’s so sour my teeth hurt.” Then she challenged He Jingxiu, “Do your teeth hurt?”
“...”
He Jingxiu looked at her with deep, meaningful eyes.
Bo Ying paused slightly, suddenly not daring to act up anymore. She touched her nose, and said enthusiastically, “Let’s go sit over there.”
He Jingxiu was dragged over and sat down by her.
As soon as they sat down, the waiter came over.
The two looked up and, by chance, he was indeed quite handsome.
Bo Ying uncontrollably stared for a few more seconds. When she realized it, she met He Jingxiu’s calm eyes.
For some reason, she felt she was going to be in big trouble.
Her eyelid twitched, and she suddenly spoke, “Husband.”
He Jingxiu: “...”
In front of the waiter, Bo Ying continued to call out, “Husband, can I have this?”
Before, Bo Ying never asked He Jingxiu’s opinion about what she wanted to eat. As long as it didn’t affect her health, He Jingxiu never stopped her.
Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing. More importantly, Bo Ying called He Jingxiu “husband” in French.
The waiter could certainly understand.
“Yes,” He Jingxiu replied in French, “You can have anything you want.”
Hearing this, Bo Ying raised an eyebrow, “Ice cream?”
He Jingxiu, “Eat it.”
Bo Ying was happy.
After ordering, when the waiter left with the menu, he deliberately took a second look at them.
An handsome and beautiful couple, perfectly matched, would naturally attract many people’s attention.
After the person left, Bo Ying instantly reverted to her true self.
She rested her chin on her hand, turned to the person next to her, “He Jingxiu, I want some water.”
He Jingxiu: “...”
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Very well, this was his fickle wife.
Despite the interlude with the waiter, He Jingxiu had to admit that the restaurant Bo Ying mentioned indeed tasted good. It was Bo Ying’s usual favorite flavor.
After eating, Bo Ying also ordered an ice cream.
But after two bites, she found it too sweet. She whispered to He Jingxiu, “It’s sweeter than before, not as good.”
He Jingxiu raised a hand, wiping the ice cream from her lips with his thumb, his gaze darkening, “Really? Let me try.”
Bo Ying paused slightly, watching as he licked his thumb in front of her.
The action was particularly seductive.
Seeing his gesture, Bo Ying’s mind unconsciously conjured up something colorful. Her ears reddened, and she pushed He Jingxiu’s arm, urging, “You finish it, don’t waste it.”
“...”
His wife’s command, He Jingxiu dared not disobey.
But to make He Jingxiu eat it all at once in the restaurant, he couldn’t. He didn’t particularly like sweet things to begin with.
The two left the restaurant, and He Jingxiu slowly ate it. Bo Ying watched impatiently and couldn’t help but say, “Never mind, you look awkward holding it. I’ll eat it.”
He Jingxiu smiled at her, “Don’t you find it unpalatable anymore?”
“But you don’t like to eat it either,” Bo Ying said, “I just find it a bit too sweet.”
He Jingxiu raised an eye, scooped a little with a spoon, and offered it to her mouth.
Bo Ying extended the tip of her tongue. Just as she was about to take it, the man suddenly leaned in and blocked her lips.
He cupped her chin with one hand, forcing her to look up.
The man’s tongue slipped in, easily prying open her pearly teeth, and he kissed her passionately on the romantic streets of Paris.
After kissing for a while, as he was about to pull away, He Jingxiu deliberately sucked on the corner of her lips.
He pulled back.
His eyes burned as he stared at her soft lips, his voice hoarse, “Indeed, it’s excessively sweet.”
Bo Ying’s ears turned red, and she gave him an endearing, reproachful look, “Aren’t you afraid of being seen?”
“Hmm?” He Jingxiu asked, “Let them see.”
Bo Ying chuckled, looking at him, “Really?”
“Mm.”
Bo Ying’s eyes darted around, “Then next time we go to Rome, you’ll go to a place with me.”
He Jingxiu looked at her.
Bo Ying licked her lips, feeling his breath still lingering there, and whispered, “Have you seen Roman Holiday? I want to go to that spot where they kissed, with you.”
He Jingxiu had seen it and knew exactly where that was.
He looked at Bo Ying’s longing expression, caressing her fingers, and gently replied, “Okay.”
A sweet ice cream was eaten by the two of them in this way, and suddenly it didn’t taste bad after all.
After strolling on the street for a bit, Bo Ying and He Jingxiu went to the Champs-Élysées.
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In autumn, it was truly beautiful here.
Leaves drifted down, and the streets were filled with people strolling, unhurried and comfortable.
Bo Ying linked her arm through He Jingxiu’s and told him about the past, “The first time Yao Yao and I came here, we got lost.”
He Jingxiu, “Then what?”
Bo Ying, “Then two silly people squatted on the roadside, watching passing cars, waiting for classmates to pick them up.”
It was too late then, and they worried about safety if they took a taxi, so they could only huddle together on the roadside for warmth.
Thinking about it now, it was truly heartbreaking, but besides the heartbreak, it was also a very special memory. Bo Ying had quite a lot of messy experiences, each one sounding funny when told, but behind the humor, there was also heartache.
He Jingxiu squeezed her fingers and whispered, “Next time you get lost, call me.”
Hearing this, Bo Ying picked at him, “Hmm? Mr. He, would you let me get lost?”
“...” He Jingxiu glanced at her, “No.”
Bo Ying laughed, leaning on his shoulder and walking leisurely, “Let’s walk to the end and then come back. We’ll go to that small supermarket; there should still be time.” “Okay.”
He Jingxiu asked, “Don’t you want to take a boat ride under the Eiffel Tower anymore?”
Bo Ying thought for a moment, “Tomorrow, we still have time.”
He Jingxiu agreed.
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The small supermarket Bo Ying mentioned was a bit far from the school where she studied, but it wasn’t far from where she used to live.
Since they were at the small supermarket, she naturally also took He Jingxiu to her previously rented apartment.
The apartment was chosen for her by Bo Yan, and its security was very high.
At that time, Bo Ying actually felt there was no need to rent such an expensive apartment, but Bo Yan shut her down with one sentence: Compared to rent, her safety was most important. He was far away in another country, and if something happened to her, distant water couldn’t quench a nearby fire, so within acceptable limits, she should live in the best and safest place possible.
Since Bo Ying was no longer a resident there, they couldn’t go inside and could only look from the outside.
Bo Ying pointed to it for He Jingxiu, indicating, “I lived in that room. The view was super good. I often sat by the window doing my homework.”
She would write while watching people come and go outside, and watching the night scenery.
Occasionally, Bo Ying would even turn off the lights, letting the moonlight of the deep night fall upon her, giving off a rather poetic vibe of “blowing out the reading lamp, covered in moonlight.”
He Jingxiu looked up at the small window, imagining her sitting there alone in his mind.
As he thought, he suddenly regretted why he hadn’t tried again back then, why he had been so proud, only looking for her once and then giving up.
Unfortunately, too many things had no “if only.” Fortunately, they met again.
Noticing He Jingxiu’s expression was off, Bo Ying looked at him, “What’s with that face?”
He Jingxiu lowered his gaze, “Shall we go to the small supermarket?”
Bo Ying was startled, “Okay.”
The small supermarket was indeed small. Upon seeing Bo Ying, the owner still remembered her and chatted with her in fluent Chinese.
“Why are you back?”
Bo Ying smiled, “Mm, I got married. Came back to visit.”
She pointed to He Jingxiu, “My husband.”
The owner was pleasantly surprised, staring at He Jingxiu for a moment, and commented, “He’s really handsome.”
Bo Ying, “Mm.”
The owner, “A perfect match.”
Bo Ying curved her lips, “Thank you.”
He Jingxiu handed the owner a small gift she had prepared earlier.
The owner was very happy.
“What do you want this time? Still want the spicy strips?”
Bo Ying nodded, “Yes, I’ll try them again.”
When it was time to pay, the owner said he would give them to her for free.
Bo Ying insisted several times, but the owner said, “Consider it a wedding gift from me. I hope you keep getting better.”
She reached out and hugged Bo Ying, saying softly, “We also want to go back to China to see it sometime.”
Bo Ying, “Welcome.”
She said with a bright smile, “The homeland always welcomes you back.”
“Okay.”
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After some pleasantries at the small supermarket, it was getting late.
Bo Ying and He Jingxiu didn’t do anything particularly extraordinary, yet they felt that every single thing they did was exceptionally meaningful.
Back at their place, He Jingxiu volunteered to cook.
Bo Ying ordered, “I want beef noodles.”
He Jingxiu, “That’s a bit difficult.” He looked at Bo Ying, “How about zhajiangmian?”
“Okay.”
Bo Ying, “Then I’ll go take a shower?”
“Go ahead.”
When Bo Ying came downstairs after her shower, He Jingxiu’s zhajiangmian was perfectly ready.
Upstairs, Bo Ying had already smelled the aroma. She swallowed, her stomach rumbling, “Oh my god, it smells so good, I’m so hungry.”
She leaned behind He Jingxiu, eagerly looking at the zhajiang in the pot, “How many more minutes until it’s ready?”
He Jingxiu was amused by her, turning to look at her, “You can eat it after you dry your hair.”
“I don’t want to,” Bo Ying whined, “I want you to blow-dry it for me.”
He Jingxiu paused slightly, looking at her with deep eyes, “Are you sure?”
“Sure.”
He Jingxiu stared at her fair face, and said softly, “I can dry it for you, but there’ll be a reward.”
“?”
Bo Ying choked slightly, asking in disbelief, “You want a reward for blowing my hair?”
She looked at He Jingxiu, blinking, and asked, “Am I not your little darling wife anymore?”
How could he ask for a reward?
Hearing this, He Jingxiu chuckled deeply, pinching her plump little cheek, “Precisely because you are my little... darling wife.”
He stumbled on those two words for a moment, unable to say them immediately.
He said, “That’s why I need a reward.”
Meeting his meaningful gaze, Bo Ying’s mind, previously blanked by hunger, belatedly understood.
Oh.
It was that kind of reward.
Having figured it out, she looked up, staring intently at He Jingxiu, and boldly said, “The kind I’m thinking of?”
He Jingxiu’s eyebrows rose, playing along, “What kind are you thinking of?”
“The kind where I offer myself?”
Bo Ying stood on tiptoe, leaned into his ear, kissed his ear, and whispered, “You can have it.”
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