You're my wife, don't doubt it!

He realized that this meeting was of great significance to him, and he longed to meet Shen Jie again and talk to her.

With these complex emotions, a mix of tension and anticipation, he returned home only to find Shen Tianyun alone—you can imagine his disappointment at that moment.

"Where's your mother?" Xiao Yao asked gruffly.

"Why are you being so fierce?" Shen Tianyun said, dissatisfied. "I just finished making a call and I've already gotten off the overpass. I'll be home soon."

"Okay." Xiao Yao swallowed and looked at the young girl in front of him again.

Shen Tianyun sat in the room, her feet clad in flesh-colored short stockings that looked somewhat worn, with a small run on the instep of one foot. Her small feet were shaped like her mother's, Greek feet, with neat and long toes, displaying an elegant beauty.

The girl's skin was a bit dark, and she looked... well, healthier and more energetic than the last time I saw her. She had short, neat black hair that framed her forehead, and her face was pretty and delicate, with bright, large eyes that revealed intelligence and liveliness. As usual, she wore a green T-shirt and simple white athletic shorts, which were a bit longer than usual, closer to her knees.

"Oh, you actually dyed your blonde hair back?" Xiao Yao was surprised: "I've been nagging you for so many days and you've ignored me. Could it be because your real mother is coming back?"

"What do you mean by real mother or fake mother?" Shen Tianyun grinned at him and said, "I'll just say I'm happy with it."

"Really? I'll ask Shen Jie when we run into her later," Xiao Yao said deliberately.

"You dare!" Shen Tianyun said angrily, "Then you can fend for yourself from now on, don't expect me to help you."

Xiao Yao chuckled through his nose, implying, "I've got you caught red-handed, haven't I?"

Upon entering the room, the boy immediately noticed the faint smell of stinky feet—thankfully, it wasn't too strong today. Shen Tianyun's feet in her stockings didn't need to be imagined, as the stockings were quite transparent: her long, beautiful toes, and the soft skin beneath, shimmered subtly in the dim light, clearly visible.

Perhaps this is the unique vitality and youthful charm of young, athletic girls? Xiao Yao wondered.

"Why aren't the lights on?" Xiao Yao said as he walked to the wall and turned on the brightest fluorescent light above the dining table.

“Hey, little dad,” Shen Tianyun kicked the carpet on the floor, “I’ve been away for so many days and when I came back, you didn’t say anything nice to me. You were either yelling at me or complaining about this and that.”

"Hehe," Xiao Yao turned around and opened his arms: "Daddy, give me a hug."

"Tch." Shen Tianyun made a dismissive expression, turned her head away, and sat motionless on the edge of the bed.

Xiao Yao could tell she was in a good mood today, so he took the initiative to put his arm around her.

Shen Tianyun only dodged symbolically for a moment, then slowly wrapped her arms around Xiao Yao's waist.

The boy could feel the warmth of her body and the slight perspiration from her. This contact stirred something within him, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him.

“I love you, Changsheng,” Xiao Yao said.

Shen Tianyun's body was soft and slender, pressed against his chest like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly. He could feel her breath, each exhale carrying a hint of warmth, gently caressing his neck.

The girl's body trembled slightly: "What did you call me?"

“Immortality, of course,” Xiao Yao said matter-of-factly.

The boy's arms encircled the girl's slender waist, feeling her body tremble slightly in his arms, like petting a large cat. His fingers gently stroked her back, feeling her presence through her T-shirt. Xiao Yao's heart raced, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening as well, as if their hearts were tightly connected.

"You finally... called me that again." Shen Tianyun's voice sounded like a dream.

"What?" Xiao Yao was startled.

“Changsheng,” Shen Tianyun explained in his ear, “that’s the nickname you gave me when I was little, that’s what you called me, but Shen Jie never called me that—”

"No respect for elders, what kind of Shen Jie is she?"

“But Mom never calls me that. She thinks it’s too old-fashioned, so she calls me Yunyun.” Shen Tianyun chuckled. “After I grew up, I never heard you call me that again.”

Is it "You can't hear me calling you anymore," or "You can't hear me calling you anymore?" Xiao Yao wondered to himself.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Xiao Yao complained.

"What should I tell you?" Shen Tianyun's tone was innocent and naive.

"Your nickname."

"Tch, you chose this nickname yourself, why do you need someone to tell you?" Shen Tianyun pouted and said, "If you can't remember, then forget it. Besides, you didn't ask me."

Thinking that he had also fulfilled his grandfather's last wish to some extent in the future of the original timeline, Xiao Yao felt a small sense of relief.

"Born in a white jade capital, twelve towers and five cities. An immortal touched my head, and I was granted immortality." Xiao Yao recited.

"You still haven't told me why you're suddenly calling me that," Shen Tianyun said. "Could it be that you came up with this lousy name during your trip back to the countryside to fix the water pipes?"

“No, that’s not it,” Xiao Yao replied.

Time seemed to stand still; their embrace made him forget everything around him, leaving only their presence. This moment was filled with warmth and peace, making him feel—

"Let go! How long are you going to hug me like that? Aren't you hot?"

Xiao Yao bent down and gently kissed Shen Tianyun's forehead, then hugged her tightly before reluctantly letting go.

The two moved from the bed to the sofa, their bodies close together as they whispered to each other.

Xiao Yao took the initiative to ask about the training camp, and talked about the scenery and sights on the island, as well as the interesting things she had encountered these days.

"What? You can ride your bicycle at over 70 km/h? That's faster than a motorcycle!" Xiao Yao asked incredulously. "Was it downhill?"

“No, it’s flat ground,” Shen Tianyun explained to him. “There are guide vehicles ahead, and we need to follow behind them.”

"Tie a rope to the back of the guide vehicle?"

"Then what do you need me for? The guide car helps you reduce air resistance; otherwise, how could you ride so fast?"

“Naruhodo—then what’s the point?” Xiao Yao blurted out.

Seeing Shen Tianyun start glaring at him, Xiao Yao quickly said that he was just joking.

“70-something yards is nothing; some athletes who achieve good results ride over 100, and some even reach 150,” Shen Tianyun said with great interest. “I’m going to the high school section of this school next semester, so I need to train extra hard this summer to try and get into the city team’s reserve team as soon as possible and obtain the national second-level athlete qualification…”

“You’re injured…” Xiao Yao’s gaze suddenly fell on a plaster on the right back of Shen Tianyun’s right knee.

"It's just a scratch, don't make a fuss," Shen Tianyun said dismissively.

Xiao Yao bent down to examine the band-aid with heartache—just as he was intently observing the small plaster covering her skin, he suddenly felt a gentle touch on his right cheek.

Shen Tianyun pecked him.

The boy paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. He looked up and saw a hint of mischief in Shen Tianyun's eyes.

Xiao Yao turned his face away and pointed to his left cheek.

Shen Tianyun didn't hesitate and pecked at it directly.

Xiao Yao hugged the girl on the sofa again, leaving loving marks on her rosy cheeks.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! It's all saliva, so filthy!" Shen Tianyun vigorously wiped her face with her palm. "The beard is so prickly."

“There’s no drool, no beard—I just shaved my beard a couple of days ago.” Xiao Yao said, “Don’t move.”

The boy cupped the girl's cheeks in his hands and moved closer to her again, this time facing her directly.

Shen Tianyun was a little scared and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but Xiao Yao simply pressed the tip of his nose against hers and gently rubbed it up and down.

“You are my bone of bones, my flesh of flesh,” Xiao Yao said softly.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's Shen Jie who is." Shen Tianyun's voice was even softer.

Both are my flesh and blood.

"Hmph!"

...?

Who was humming just now?

Xiao Yao subconsciously turned his gaze toward the direction from which the sound came—the doorway of the room. This glance almost scared him out of his wits.

Seeing Xiao Yao's expression, Shen Tianyun quickly turned around and exclaimed upon seeing the person, "Mom?! You're back!"

Mother?

"Auntie!" Xiao Yao called out subconsciously, then immediately regretted it, wondering what he was calling out for.

Shen Tianyun, both amused and annoyed, slapped his arm.

Xiao Yao was puzzled—how could he not hear a sound at all?

And how long have you been standing there staring?!

"Hello." Shen Jie's voice was cold as she glanced at the young men and women on the sofa.

The so-called gaze was mostly Xiao Yao's imagination, because she was wearing sunglasses like Liang Yanan, a wide-brimmed sun hat, a dark silk trench coat, a loose gauze shawl, and barefoot in a pair of slippers that she had obviously just changed into.

The sunglasses were large, covering half of her face, making it difficult to see her features clearly. However, judging from the exposed nose and mouth, Xiao Yao could basically confirm that she was Shen Jie herself.

In the future, Shen Jie's facial features will remain firm and beautiful, her skin will be fair and well-maintained, and she will look like she is only in her early 30s.

However, the backs of her hands had lost the baby fat typical of a young girl, appearing slender and long. Although her feet were fair, the tightly pressed toes and the prominent base of her big toes revealed her habit of wearing high heels for many years.

Of course, time has left indelible marks on her.

"Shen Jie..." Xiao Yao murmured with some emotion.

"Why don't you two chat first?" Shen Tianyun tentatively suggested, intending to go out.

"Yunyun, you are not allowed to go anywhere," Shen Jie commanded.

She closed the door, stood in the center of the room, and scrutinized Xiao Yao, saying, "I need to talk to your boyfriend."

"What the hell?" Shen Tianyun's eyes widened: "He's not my boyfriend—hey, look closely, this is my dad."

"That's enough!" Shen Jie's tone was tinged with anger.