Yi Ke’s plan for the wedding was as clear and complete as his plan for his life. The entire printed PPT was astonishing in volume, thick as a government tender document on the coffee table. Every time Zhuang Ningyu passed through the living room to get water from the kitchen, he had to stop for a moment to show his respect—in all the pre-preparation processes, he was only responsible for the preliminary drafting of the guest list and the selection of souvenirs, which basically amounted to doing nothing. So he wanted to share a bit more of the burden; after all, marriage is between two people, and Yi Ke was originally willing. As a result, Zhuang Ningyu sat on the sofa with a coffee cup, flipped through less than ten pages of the “tender document,” and proposed a total of eight revisions, including but not limited to “But I promised Boss Cheng of that local restaurant on Fuxing Road since I was a child that I would hold my wedding banquet in his shop in the future.”
Why do you have such a deep bond with a local restaurant owner? Yi Ke: “I didn’t promise!”
The wedding location was finally decided on a private island in the Pacific Ocean. Zhuang Ningyu was packed and sent there by Yi Ke half a month in advance, and the butler had already pre-arranged all the itineraries for him. The island had a golf course, various water sports, massages and SPAs, and an Indian meditation master hired by Ms. Deng at a high price—completely different from Manager Zhang of the property management who stood at the owner’s door knocking on a bowl in the middle of the night. So in Yi Ke’s plan, these two weeks were supposed to be Zhuang Ningyu’s relaxation time. He fully expected that after getting off the plane, he would be greeted by a lazy, comfortable, perhaps slightly chubby, tipsy wife holding a cocktail. Instead, amidst the huge roar of the seaplane, the butler informed him that Mr. Zhuang had taken a boat out to sea the afternoon before yesterday and hadn’t returned until now.
Qing Gang, following closely behind, ran through five hundred scenarios of “he runs, he chases, he can’t escape even with wings” in his mind within five seconds, secretly clenching his fist: I ran into this kind of thing too!
Yi Ke asked: “Just him alone?”
The butler answered: “Also Simon.”
Simon was the helmsman and also Zhuang Ningyu’s yacht driving teacher. Hearing this, Yi Ke breathed a sigh of relief, continued jumping onto the deck, and asked while walking: “Did they go diving?”
The butler hesitated for a moment before answering: “No, heard a smuggling boat for evolutionary drugs appeared over at Eni Bay.”
Yi Ke: “?”
Other guests: “?”
The azure sea was boundless. Simon drove the pure white boat of love, painted with rose patterns, cutting through waves all the way at full speed, but still failed to return to the island before 13:28—Yi Ke’s plane landing time. At this moment, looking at 13:50 on his phone, Zhuang Ningyu opened the flight tracking APP with an extremely pious mentality and skillfully entered Yi Ke’s flight number: Arrived.
The seaplane, which usually arrived late every day for various reasons, arrived on time just when the organization needed it to be late! Zhuang Ningyu sighed repeatedly. He should have handed over the last batch of criminals to the coast guard just now instead of getting entangled with them for another hour and a half. Not only did he waste time, but the boat was also riddled with bullet holes. Simon comforted Zhuang Ningyu while piloting the boat: “It’s okay, maybe Mario will keep it a secret for us.”
Mario was the old butler of the island. From the time Zhuang Ningyu landed on the island until now, apart from the island introduction on the first day, the total number of sentences Mario said to him in the remaining ten days did not exceed ten. They really hadn’t established any indestructible foundation of alliance. And Mario indeed did not disappoint this mistrust. Before Simon docked the boat, he had already reported all of Zhuang Ningyu’s itinerary during this period to Yi Ke in detail: no golf, no massage, let alone healing meditation, only free climbing, rappelling, jungle exploration, and fighting marlins out at sea. Oh, and chasing the fish that slipped through the net from the Invisible Giant this time.
Yi Ke took a deep breath, expressing that he knew, it didn’t matter, it really didn’t matter. As long as my wife is happy, this kind of thing like running off to catch an international class-A smuggling fugitive without a word on the eve of the wedding is not unacceptable, I’m okay with anything.
That night, although he won, Zhuang Ningyu, who still needed to be educated, sat straight on the bed, expressing his remorse again with a standard seated forward bend. His pajamas shifted up with his movement, revealing a section of snow-white, thin, and narrow waist.
Yi Ke: Kiss once, then continue criticizing.
Zhuang Ningyu cooperated very well at first, but later he was really sleepy, so he eagerly held Yi Ke’s hand and sincerely expressed: “Otherwise, you go rest next door tonight, leave me here alone to reflect on my mistakes in solitude.”
Yi Ke saw through it at a glance and protested on the spot: “What kind of attitude is this!”
In the end, they didn’t sleep in separate rooms, because catching a fugitive could only be considered an interlude. The original theme of this night should be the young couple’s long separation… not exactly a long separation reunion. It was impossible not to sleep together in each other’s arms.
The sound of waves was like a peaceful lullaby, best for soothing the pre-wedding tension that everyone has more or less. The next morning, Zhuang Ningyu opened his eyes, looked at Yi Ke who was still sleeping soundly beside him, and reached out to pat his cheek: “Get up, you said it yourself, wake you up at eight.”
Yi Ke pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tight, his voice carrying whining sleepiness: “Won’t get up, sleep with me a bit longer.”
Knowing him for so long, Zhuang Ningyu rarely saw him tired like this. So he freed one hand, silenced the alarm clock on the bedside table, and canceled all of Yi Ke’s morning appointments.
Yi Ke’s Gong virtue still survived: “No no no wifey, I can.”
“Shut up and sleep.”
But Yi Ke ultimately didn’t sleep. He only squinted for five minutes before leaving the door yawning repeatedly. His schedule now was as full as an English-Chinese dictionary; flipping open any page revealed densely packed words. Fortunately, the wedding was just around the corner, so even if he was anxious, he couldn’t be anxious for long. Zhuang Ningyu let him be and didn’t persuade him anymore, only checking the weather forecast every day—Yi Ke’s wedding planning was so detailed that it even included the contact information of the Meteorological Control Bureau of the country where the island was located, to disperse rain clouds in a small area.
Zhuang Ningyu: “No need for such trouble. I think getting married in a storm is also fine, quite a shocking atmosphere.”
“No!” Yi Ke refused, “My plan A is for a sunny day!”
Fortunately, God gave face. On the wedding day, the sun was warm and gentle, and the entire sea area was illuminated with shimmering light. Under the guidance of the emcee, Zhuang Ningyu stood in the center of the sea of flowers wearing a white suit. The sea breeze blew a few strands of his bangs slightly messy. Looking at Yi Ke walking towards him, the smile in his eyes was also golden.
Rings, vows, blessings from friends and family, and kisses filled with love. This was absolutely the best day.
The celebration lasted until sunset and moonrise. Speckled lights illuminated the entire beach like a dreamland. At 9 PM, Yi Ke was finally sent back by his fair-weather friends, stumbling. He hadn’t drunk too much or too little; his remaining rationality was just enough to wash himself clean and then deliver his fragrant self to his wife’s bed.
“Sleep.” Zhuang Ningyu patted his head.
Yi Ke waved his hands repeatedly. Impossible, this was their wedding night. He forced his weak body up, then crashed onto Zhuang Ningyu, lowering his head to look at him carefully. Looking and looking, he made himself happy.
Zhuang Ningyu asked amusedly: “Are you going to cry or laugh?”
Yi Ke pinched his cheek: “Call me husband.”
Zhuang Ningyu’s gaze drifted, not speaking yet. Yi Ke backed out first: “Wait, wait, I haven’t mentally prepared myself yet.”
“Husband.”
“I said I haven’t mentally prepared myself yet!”
Yi Ke broke down greatly, squatting on the bed and screaming “wer wer”. Zhuang Ningyu pushed him away, turned around, and buried his face in the pillow to stifle his laughter. A moment later, Yi Ke pressed down from behind, arms encircling him. His warm, large palm familiarly pressed on that soft lower abdomen, threatening viciously: “Call me again!”
Zhuang Ningyu didn’t call. He just turned his head to look at him, eyelashes lowered. His nerves, slightly numbed by alcohol, felt wrapped in electric currents, causing even his fingertips to heat up slightly, unable to withstand a single touch from his lover. Yi Ke was the same. So not long after, the room changed to another kind of ambiguous sound.
The secret realm hidden in the deepest part was more humid and scorching than the seaside air.
When passion was intense, Zhuang Ningyu wrapped his arms around the other’s strong shoulders and back, calling out lowly, his trailing voice hoarse, carrying love that he didn’t spare to hide.
Yi Ke responded to him with a hundred times the passion.
The honeymoon started from here.
The entire island was a wedding gift from Yi Ke to Zhuang Ningyu. After the guests who came to observe the ceremony left one after another, this place completely became the sweet world of the young couple. The wedding house was the most beautiful beach cottage on the island. The first floor was the living room, the second floor the bedroom, and the third floor was a small attic, pre-arranged by Yi Ke into a very comfortable reading corner. Soft white wool carpets were laid on the floor. Sure enough, Zhuang Ningyu liked it very much. On days when he didn’t go out to sea, he would nest in this sunny small space for most of the time, spacing out, listening to songs, and reading books.
The stairs creaked. It was Yi Ke coming up with two glasses of juice to find him. Many books were scattered on the floor. Analyzing from the titles, the literary youth’s struggling heart that loved moral ethics and dark entanglement was still immortal. It could be seen that he truly yearned for it. So Yi Ke proactively proposed again: “Do you want to try?”
Zhuang Ningyu didn’t refuse decisively this time. Maybe the honeymoon atmosphere was too good, and even the attic was ready-made, giving him a trace of other expectations for the diversity of love. So he closed the book, raised his head, and said reservedly and introverted: “Hmm?”
Yi Ke sprinted back downstairs to find a pair of handcuffs. After returning, very unfamiliar and at the same time very apprehensive, he “imprisoned” the person in the attic.
And with the clicking of the handcuffs—
Zhuang Ningyu: Dignity refers to the rights possessed by human beings that should be respected and the inviolable social status, the core of which lies in the protection of rights and independence of personality.
Zhuang Ningyu: “Come back!”
Yi Ke, who had just walked down two steps, turned around eagerly: “Coming wifey!”
The attempt at twisted love ended hastily within a minute, with zero experience points, and the handcuffs were thrown into the bottom layer of the suitcase. The attic remained Zhuang Ningyu’s cozy reading corner, illuminated warm and bright by the sun every day. And Yi Ke would accompany him for most of the time, reading books together, and incidentally commenting that this male protagonist wasn’t good enough, not dark enough.
Zhuang Ningyu: “How do you have the nerve to say others aren’t dark enough.”
Yi Ke said self-righteously: “I can’t be dark mainly because you love me.”
Zhuang Ningyu lazily flipped the book: “Then what if I didn’t love you?”
Yi Ke was full of confidence: NONONO, it’s impossible for you not to love me.
Zhuang Ningyu laughed, backhandedly patting his face: “Yeah, it’s impossible for me not to love you.”
Yi Ke happily hugged the person tight, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder, continuing to read the same book.
A book about love and a lifetime of romance.
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