Yuan Ya'er's expression changed so quickly that even Yan Zhen was taken aback. He thought he had misseen, and when he fixed his eyes to look at her face again, she had already left his embrace and was sobbing with her back to him:
"Brother Yan Zhen, if you really don't like me and don't want to marry me, you could have said so earlier. No matter who you like, I'll let you go. I won't cling to the position of your wife. I'm tired. I'll go upstairs to rest first. Tomorrow morning... we'll get divorced."
After saying that, she strode towards the stairs, but in her heart, she was counting silently: three, two, one...
"Ya'er!" Yan Zhen chased after her and said anxiously, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I not like you? How could I not want to marry you? Also, don't ever say such things about divorce again. You know how much I long for marriage. Once I get married, I'll be with my wife till the end of our lives. I'll never separate from her no matter what!"
Yuan Ya'er turned around, her eyes full of resentment. "But you clearly can't forget the past, can't forget Sister Xiaoxi. You've never been willing to let go of the wedding gift she gave you. There's even the smell of other women on you. How can I trust you? How can I be sure that we'll be together till old age?"
Yan Zhen hurriedly threw the gift in his hand into a corner. He stepped forward and held Yuan Ya'er's hand, saying:
"I didn't! Ya'er, my heart has long been occupied by you. I just can't bear to change my address for her to 'little aunt'. She betrayed me like that before. Asking me to call her that is like slapping me in the face. As for the smell you mentioned... I must have got it when I accidentally bumped into someone while seeing off the guests."
As Yan Zhen was speaking, his eyes averted guiltily.
If his grandfather hadn't suddenly appeared, he would really have been dragged into a room by that hateful woman and molested.
Yuan Ya'er murmured, "Is what you said true? You're not lying to me, are you?"
To cover up his guilt, Yan Zhen said boldly, "What kind of person am I? You've known me for so many years, Ya'er. Don't you understand me yet?"
Yuan Ya'er quietly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Brother Yan Zhen, I don't like the smell of other women on you. We're married. You're my husband. I hope you belong to me completely, inside and out."
Yan Zhen said, "I'll go take a shower right away and change my clothes. Wait for me outside, okay?"
Yuan Ya'er nodded shyly.
Watching Yan Zhen striding towards the stairs, Yuan Ya'er's smile gradually faded. She planned to take the opportunity to dispose of the wedding gift that was a hidden danger while he was taking a shower. However, Yan Zhen suddenly turned around and ran back halfway. He picked Yuan Ya'er up in his arms and laughed as he ran upstairs.
"You're my wife now! Of course... you should come with me!"
Yuan Ya'er hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck. Although she looked shy on the surface, she was extremely annoyed in her heart.
It seemed that she could only find another chance to dispose of the thing after it was all over.
Twenty minutes later, Yuan Ya'er was carried out of the bathroom by Yan Zhen. He threw her onto the soft big bed covered with a bright red festive bedsheet, and then his body covered hers.
Just thinking about what was about to happen, Yuan Ya'er nervously grabbed the bedsheet beside her and closed her eyes, waiting.
However, when Yan Zhen was about to make his move, he saw the two clear handprints on Yuan Ya'er's face after she removed her makeup. He couldn't help but recall the scene at the wedding when she was slapped twice by Xu Zixi, who had descended like a goddess. His excited "little friend" immediately lost its spirit.
He propped up his body, his face full of embarrassment.
Yuan Ya'er waited for a long time but nothing happened. She shyly looked up at Yan Zhen, and Yan Zhen forced a smile at her.
"Hehe, Ya'er, you... wait a bit."
After a while, he was fully prepared again. However, as soon as he saw Yuan Ya'er's face, it happened again...
On a sudden inspiration, he asked Yuan Ya'er to turn her back to him so that he didn't have to look at her swollen and red face. Only then did he succeed. But then another problem arose. He couldn't help but think of the woman of loose morals in the hotel, and immediately lost his spirit again.
Yuan Ya'er was just about to put on an expression and make some noises when it was all over. Did it even last two minutes? No, it didn't!! Was he humiliating her?!
"..."
She was so angry that her whole body was trembling. Yan Zhen thought she was crying sadly and felt extremely guilty towards her. He hugged her tightly from behind and comforted her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've made you suffer. I... I must be too tired. After we have a good rest, I will definitely make you happy."
He really regretted throwing away that small medicine bottle. If he had kept it and taken a little, he was sure he could have made Ya'er unable to get out of bed tonight.
Yuan Ya'er covered up the angry and dissatisfied look on her face and said "understandingly":
"It's okay, Brother Yan Zhen. I understand you. We're both too tired today. It's not suitable for such things. Let's not think about anything tonight and have a good sleep, okay?"
Yan Zhen was extremely touched. He felt that he had married the right wife. He couldn't help but say, "Ya'er, I will definitely give you the best life in the future and make you the happiest woman in the world."
Although Yuan Ya'er intended to find an opportunity to dispose of the gift while Yan Zhen was asleep, holding a wedding was a tiring thing. Coupled with the great emotional ups and downs at the wedding, unexpectedly, she was the first one to fall asleep from exhaustion.
And she slept until dawn.
The next morning, Yuan Ya'er opened her eyes hazily. She reached out her hand to the side and found that the place beside her was empty. Yan Zhen was nowhere to be seen.
She suddenly woke up. A bad premonition welled up in her heart. She quickly put on her clothes and shoes and ran out of the room.
When she found Yan Zhen in the living room, an opened gift box was lying carelessly on the table, and Yan Zhen was holding a very familiar box of chocolates, looking at it from side to side. Yuan Ya'er's pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart skipped a beat.
The chocolates were imported from abroad. The packaging was all in foreign languages. They were introduced to Country C two years ago and became popular in the market because of their high price and excellent taste. Although they were known as the "aristocrats" among chocolates, they could be bought as long as one had money and were no longer a rarity.
However, the chocolates in Yan Zhen's hand didn't have the popular packaging on the market now. They looked like they did four years ago before they entered Country C. Even the packaging of this box of chocolates was damaged.
This box of chocolates was an old item.
How could it be!
How could something from four years ago still be kept?!
Yuan Ya'er's hands trembled slightly uncontrollably. Her throat felt as if it was being choked, and she couldn't say a word at all. Yan Zhen seemed to sense something. He looked up and saw Yuan Ya'er standing in front of him at some point.
Yuan Ya'er's face had already subsided, but the handprints were still very clear. So even though her expression changed because of the chocolates, Yan Zhen didn't notice anything strange.
Their marital life last night ended in a hurry. However, when Yan Zhen thought of the smear of dark red he saw on the bedsheet when he woke up this morning, his heart was full of pity for her. He reached out his hand to her:
"Yaya, come here. Let's take a look at this gift together."