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Chapter 63 Get Ready to Be Your Wife
A cunning yet cold glint flashed in An Min's eyes, like a little fox who had successfully plotted: "Don't they like to write letters to report us? I'll write one too, and give them a taste of their own medicine."

“We compiled all the ‘good deeds’ they had done over the years, along with the evidence, and sent them to the educated youth office, the production brigade, the commune, and… their former leaders at their original work units.”

Liang Yi chuckled softly, his chest heaving: "Alright, I'll take care of it. I guarantee they'll receive a 'return gift' they'll never forget."

An Min reached out and grasped Liang Yi's fingers: "Let me handle it. The less you get involved in this kind of thing, the better."

Just as Andy On and others wrote, Liang Yi's identity is special.

If we get involved in this kind of thing again, it might cause us trouble in the future.

An Min works in publicity, and her writing skills are much better than Liang Yi's.

"It's all up to you."

Liang Yi smiled and replied that if she wanted to do it herself, he certainly wouldn't stop her.

Looking at the doting look on Liang Yi's face, An Min felt her heart filled with warmth.

She reached out and cupped Liang Yi's face, asking him, "Didn't Zheng Tianyou tell you before that the An family was half-emptied overnight?"

Liang Yi nodded slightly: "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it."

It's a good thing that the An family's house was emptied; An Zhijie and his ilk don't deserve anything left by An Min's mother.

"Zheng Tianyou didn't lie to you, the An family's house was indeed emptied, but it was emptied by me."

The smile and doting expression on Liang Yi's face hadn't faded when An Min's casual remark froze him instantly.

"You... emptied it out?"

He repeated it subconsciously, his deep eyes filled with undisguised shock.

An's house was emptied, and everything disappeared.

But how could Anmin have moved all those things by herself?

Those pieces of furniture are quite heavy.

Anmin looked at his unusually stunned expression, feeling a mix of nervousness and sweetness at the thought of sharing a secret.

She gently squeezed Liang Yi's cheeks, bringing him back to his senses and making him look at her. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief: "Yes, it's me. And those things... are all in a very special place."

She took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and asked with a mysterious allure, "Liang Yi, do you believe me?"

"letter."

Liang Yi did not hesitate at all, and made a firm decision.

He took Anmin's hand, which was cupping his face, in his own. His warm, dry palm enveloped her soft hand, conveying unspoken trust and support.

"I believe whatever you say."

Anmin's heart felt as if it were wrapped in warm honey, soothing and softening her.

She closed her eyes, her thoughts stirring slightly.

The next instant, Liang Yi felt the scenery in front of him suddenly blur and distort, as if he had traveled through time and space in an instant.

As soon as my feet touched solid ground, the sounds of wind and birdsong disappeared, replaced by an indescribable tranquility and the rich fragrance of grass and trees.

His eyes shot open.

The sight before him left him completely speechless.

It was no longer their room, but a vast and boundless strange space.

Above us was a soft, bright light, seemingly without a source.

Beneath our feet lies soft, moist, and vibrant black soil that stretches to the horizon.

The air was incredibly fresh, and every breath was filled with the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

Not far away, a simple and elegant wooden house stands quietly.

The wooden house wasn't large, but it had an ingenious structure, and small wind chimes hung under the eaves.

It was an old silver bell that Anmin found in the An family's storeroom and modified.

In the windless space, the gentleness of time seemed to freeze.

"This...this is..."

Even with Liang Yi's unwavering resolve, he felt a tremendous shock at this moment. He looked around, his gaze finally settling on An Min, filled with inquiry and awe.

Anmin took his hand and led him towards the wooden house, her voice trembling slightly with the excitement of sharing a treasure.

"This is my secret space. It's huge, isn't it? I decorated this cabin bit by bit using the things I brought from the An family."

She pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door.

Everything inside the room instantly struck Liang Yi's heart.

Warm, exquisite, filled with Anmin's atmosphere and her vision of home.

The rosewood dressing table, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and left by her mother, was placed by the window. It was polished to a shine, and on it were her usual face cream and a wooden comb.

Next to her was a delicate rosewood table that she had found in the An family's storeroom, on which sat a set of white porcelain tea set, also an old item from the An family, which she had cleaned until it was spotless.

Several simple and elegant landscape paintings hung on the wall. They were taken from An Zhijie's study, and An Min thought the artistic conception was good, so she hung them up.

In the corner sat a wicker cradle.

The most eye-catching feature is the large bed in the middle of the room, covered with a soft brocade quilt.

The brocade quilt was a bright red, embroidered with intricate patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water; it was clearly a brand-new dowry quilt.

A small piece of red silk was hanging at the head of the bed, clearly a decoration for the newlyweds.

The entire wooden house shows signs of meticulous care, blending the charm of old objects with the joy of a newlywed couple, making it incredibly cozy.

"you……"

Liang Yi's throat tightened as he looked at the home that An Min had carefully decorated.

Looking at his wife beside him, her eyes shining with expectation, he felt a surge of complex and overwhelming emotions.

"I initially intended to keep this secret to myself, Liang Yi. Thank you, you gave me the courage to share it."

"Liang Yi, I'm ready, ready to be your wife."

Hearing An Min's words, Liang Yi remained silent, but his gaze towards An Min grew increasingly profound.

Anmin felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she explained softly.

"I was thinking that it's quiet here, no one will bother us, and the place is big enough. Since those things are just sitting there anyway, we might as well make the most of them."

She took Liang Yi's hand and walked to the bedside to sit down, the soft bed sinking in.

Liang Yi didn't speak, but just stared at her intently, his eyes dark as if they held a thousand unspoken words.

He reached out and gently stroked her smooth cheek, his fingertips calloused, the touch clear and hot.

His gaze swept over the dressing table, over the red silk, and finally settled on her moist eyes and slightly parted lips.

The space was unusually quiet, so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats gradually quickening.

“Anmin…”

Liang Yi's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unprecedented, intense, and unyielding emotion.

"Ok?"

Anmin's heart pounded like a drum, and she felt as if his gaze carried sparks, igniting tiny flames wherever it passed.

“It’s nice here.”

Liang Yi's fingers gently traced the shape of her lips, his eyes burning with passion.

"Better than anywhere else."

Because you and we are here.

He didn't say anything more, but simply leaned down and kissed her lips.

The warm, moist touch made Liang Yi's heart tremble slightly.

They were jumping for joy, as if they were dancing.

Liang Yi held the back of her neck with his hand, and just as she was about to succumb, he asked her a question.

"No regrets?"

(End of this chapter)