Four Harmonies and Good Fortune

Chapter 602 Whitehead
Wang Yan guessed that Xie Yuyan would try to break free in a moment, since no matter what he said, he couldn't change his pulse, and she would definitely realize that her "uncomfort" was fake.

These days were tiring, but it was nothing to him. He had lived in places worse than the dormitory, but he never cared about it or complained to anyone.

Ultimately, he just wanted Ayan to soften her heart.

If you soften your heart, you can indulge him a little.

While he was getting Ayan to lower her guard, he also wanted some reward.

Sure enough, Ayan pulled her arm away and got up from his embrace, but she didn't leave. Instead, she sat down next to him and asked, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"

Wang Yan was taken aback. He thought carefully about what he had said in the previous sentence, and fearing that Xie Yuyan might change her mind, he immediately bent down and rested his head on her lap.

The next moment, a pair of soft, warm hands began to knead his forehead.

Wang Yan appeared calm, but his heart was beating very fast. His tense spirit gradually relaxed under her comforting words, becoming exceptionally soothed.

As his fingertips brushed against her skin, a slight itch spread through him, and her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, bringing him immense peace and ease. The "headache" that had arisen between reality and illusion vanished without a trace.

The chaotic world eventually returned to peace.

Do you still feel dizzy?

When her voice reached him, Wang Yan opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of round, clear eyes, as clear as glass. The cat was squatting in front of him, trying to paw at him, its eyes filled with resentment, as if it was angry that he had taken its place.

Wang Yan naturally ignored it and instead closed his eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the cat meowing.

The cat reluctantly jumped onto the soft couch, only to find that there was still no place for it. So it had to leap onto Wang Yan and sit on it.

He stared longingly at Xie Yuyan's knees.

But how could it possibly defeat the cunning two-legged beast? Wang Yan raised his arm and pulled Xie Yuyan's knees into his embrace.

The cat let out another muffled cry.

Xie Yuyan looked up at Ali and couldn't help but smile. He wanted to reach out and touch the fluffy head, but as soon as he took his hand away, Wang Yan frowned again, so Xie Yuyan had no choice but to continue kneading it.

The raccoon, which had already turned its head toward Xie Yuyan, did not receive a pet from its master. It cried out in resentment several times, and its whiskers twitched to express its dissatisfaction. Finally, it could not hold back and bit Wang Yan's arm in anger.

Even so, Wang Yan remained unmoved, firmly occupying its position. The cat slapped at it again, but out of consideration for the years of nurturing it, it refrained from showing its sharp claws.

Wang Yan let the cat fuss around. After a while, he pulled Xie Yuyan's hand down, held it in his palm, and gently kneaded it. Then he whispered his thanks: "Thank you, Yuyan."

Before Xie Yuyan could respond, she heard footsteps outside. The next moment, she felt a warmth on the back of her hand as he gently kissed her.

When Yang Qin entered the room, Lord Wang was leaning against the couch, seemingly asleep, while his sister-in-law sat beside him, looking at the accounts in her hands.

For some reason, the situation inside the room made Yang Qin feel a little strange.

It's as if his sister-in-law and Lord Wang are the true owners of this place, and he shouldn't have barged in so rashly.

The cat jumped off the soft couch and circled around Yang Qin's feet, occasionally meowing. The last time Yang Qin encountered such a situation was when the cat was bullied by a large dog at his doorstep, and the cat came to him to complain.

What happened this time?
Who in the house could bully it?

"The drink is ready and will be served in a moment," Yang Qin whispered to Xie Yuyan. "The doctor has also arrived."

"Let people know that Lord Wang is not feeling well here, and tell the doctor to prescribe some herbal medicine to relieve the summer heat," Xie Yuyan said, then thought for a moment. "Ask Sang Dian what has been wrong with Lord Wang these days, and tell the doctor as well."

Yang Qin nodded earnestly. After Mother Yu brought the drink, Yang Qin went to find Sang Dian.

After arranging these things, Xie Yuyan went to check on Wang Yan again, but he had already fallen asleep in the short time that followed.

Since capturing the Third Manager, Wang Yan has never rested. Even the most capable person gets tired sometimes. Xie Yuyan sensed Wang Yan's fatigue and helped him massage his forehead.

Intelligent people inevitably suffer from mental strain and worry. This may not be apparent when they are young, but over the years it will inevitably deplete their vital energy. In her previous life, Wang Yan passed away early. In this life... she hopes he can live to be a hundred years old.

Suddenly, she had a longing to grow old with someone.

A strange feeling, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, slowly began to grow in her heart. She was someone who didn't even care about her own life, but now she wanted to live longer with another person.

The room fell silent again, and Xie Yuyan covered Wang Yan with a thin blanket.

Wang Yan's breathing was even, and he was sleeping soundly.

Xie Yuyan sat beside the soft couch, looking down at his face. Being so close, he could see his features even more clearly: his straight eyebrows, high nose, and full lips that were not as soft as a woman's, but rather had distinct lines and a hint of fortitude.

She had always thought Wang Yan was very handsome, but now that she had seen him more closely, she felt he was even more handsome than she had imagined.

Xie Yuyan unconsciously reached out and gently touched Wang Yan's cheek. As if she had just touched him, he slowly opened his eyes. There was still a hint of languor in his eyes, and his usually clear gaze was now filled with a watery luster. After looking at her for a moment, he called out to her, "Ayan."

Xie Yuyan nodded.

Wang Yan said, "I just fell asleep and dreamed that you were by my side the whole time."

She has indeed always been there.

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "In our own home, you can handle the household affairs by my side, while I rest in the inner room."

They sound the same, but they are not the same.

In his dream, he and she bowed to heaven and earth, and he could rightfully stay by her side.

Even if she leaves again this time, he won't need to use "encountering a fairy" as an excuse anymore; he can openly and legitimately search for his wife.

Wang Yan suddenly reached out and hugged her. Immediately afterward, Xie Yuyan felt the world spinning before her eyes. When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the soft couch.

Wang Yan propped himself up, looking down at her. He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes deepening: "Ayan, will you marry me?"

Xie Yuyan looked into his slightly moist eyes and forgot to refuse. When she came to her senses, she opened her mouth slightly to speak, but his face suddenly darkened at that moment.

His hand gripped her wrist, and his soft lips landed on hers.

The next moment, her heart suddenly pounded wildly, all the blood rushed to her cheeks, and a cool breeze entered her body through her mouth and nose. It was this coolness that prevented her from burning up.

The kiss was light and brief; the lips were not as firm as they appeared, but rather very soft.

He touched it briefly a few times, but he was still not satisfied, because he had been longing for it for too long.

At first, he struggled against giving in, but could only watch helplessly as he succumbed to it. Afterward, he carefully endured and waited, fearing that he would be forced to lose it before he even had a chance to possess it.

Now I can finally embrace her.

After so many springs, summers, autumns, and winters, and after waiting what felt like a lifetime, he finally found the person he had lost in the forest that year.

(End of this chapter)