Romance Variety Show: The aloof and beautiful fourth female lead is always coveted.

Bai Nianchu has been coming home late lately.

I don't know what Jiang Meng and those people are thinking. Bai Nianchu is already married to him, but he still asks her out every few days.

Ling Yan repeatedly told himself to be magnanimous, because no wife would like a husband who even his female friends would envy.

He could resist the urge to disturb them, but he couldn't suppress the surging jealousy in his chest.

During this waiting period, Ling Yan's heart gradually cooled down from its burning heat.

His mind was filled with thoughts: Where is his wife? What is she doing? Who is with her? Does she remember going home? Does she remember the poor husband waiting for her at home?

Ling Yan picked up his phone to send a message, but seeing that the previous conversation had only lasted less than an hour, he listlessly lowered his hand again.

His wife wouldn't like someone like him...

He could even picture Bai Nianchu frowning slightly, her beautiful black eyes looking at him with a hint of helplessness, and then saying to him in a clear, crisp voice, "Why are you like this again?"

Ling Yan sometimes even hoped that Bai Nianchu would scold him.

The fact that she scolds him and is impatient with him at least shows that she is still willing to expend her emotions on him.

If she doesn't even want to acknowledge him, that would be Ling Yan's nightmare and hell.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally opened from the outside.

Ling Yan practically sprinted over and pulled his wife into his arms.

He buried his nose in Bai Nianchu's hair, breathing deeply and greedily, until the unique jasmine scent of his wife gradually filled his chest, and only then did Ling Yan's cold heart begin to beat again.

Bai Nianchu was already used to it: "Standing guard at the door again?"

Just like a kitten crouching in the entryway waiting for its owner to come home.

"I'll wait for you," Ling Yan said in a muffled voice.

"Have you been back for a long time?" Bai Nianchu asked. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I'm afraid you'll be angry."

"I won't be angry. If you want me to come home earlier next time, just tell me."

"Okay, honey..."

*

Ling Yan's insomnia is getting worse.

He secretly took sleeping pills that night, but still woke up at three in the morning.

When he woke up, he was curled up, his arms tightly wrapped around Bai Nianchu.

Even without seeing a psychologist, it's clear that these subconscious physical actions represent a lack of security.

Ling Yan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He propped himself up and, using the moonlight from the window, traced his wife's outline again and again.

He carefully cupped his wife's face, pressed his lips to hers, and gently caressed them.

His wife, his darling...

If Bai Nianchu meets someone she likes more or someone who brings her something new, will she really not leave him?

It is often said that marriage is the grave of love.

Will Bai Nianchu and he also experience the seven-year itch? Has she already grown tired of him?

Being with a single person can only trigger pheromones for a few months to two or three years, and the tendency to tire of the old and crave the new is an innate human trait. Most people remain loyal only because moral standards force them to suppress their nature and not show it in public.

To love only one person forever is against biological nature.

When a relationship is going through a long run, most people's pheromones will only be secreted again after they change partners.

So, can he really make Bai Nianchu fall in love with him again and again?

Did Bai Nianchu truly love him when he begged her to say "I love you" into the recorder?

Ling Yan dared not think too deeply, tears silently sliding down her nose and falling onto the pillow.

Noticing the dampness on her pillow, Bai Nianchu woke up from her sleep.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a wet face.

A kitten with rain in its eyes.

She uttered a questioning nasal sound: "Husband?"

This nickname made Xiao Maoyu even angrier.

Ling Yan lowered his head, buried his face in her chest, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Wife...do you still love me?"

Bai Nianchu was slightly stunned.

"Someone as boring as me... it's normal not to love..."

"Wife, please don't leave me... please don't divorce me..."

With each word he spoke, a tear fell onto her clothes, soaking them.

Bai Nianchu, who had just woken up, was immediately labeled with accusations such as "[doesn't love her husband]", "[dislikes her husband for being boring]", "[doesn't want her husband]", and "[wants a divorce]": "...?"

Bai Nianchu was both amused and annoyed. She pinched the back of his neck as punishment and questioned him, "When did I say those things?"

Ling Yan suddenly paused, then cried even harder: "So you've thought about it..."

Bai Nianchu's eyes narrowed slightly: "I never thought about it. You're the only one who would overthink things."

"She's almost 30 years old and still cries so easily."

Ling Yan didn't say anything more, and Bai Nianchu could feel that the clothes on her chest were even wetter.

Bai Nianchu had no other choice.

She could only grab the man by the back of the neck like she was catching a kitten, forcing him to look up.

Then press your lips down hard.

The long, deep kiss left the man stunned, and he no longer had the mind to think about those unfounded things.

Ling Yan was completely stunned, his mouth agape as she kissed him, tears still streaming down his face unconsciously.

The arms that were holding her waist tightened even more.

Only after kissing Ling Yan until he had completely calmed down did Bai Nianchu open her lips and say:

"Of course I love you."

"I never find you boring. From the day we met until now, I've never thought of you that way even once."

"I don't want you anymore, I don't like anyone else, and I will never get a divorce."

"Did you understand, honey?"

Ling Yan's eyes welled up with tears, feeling that his wife's gaze was so tender in the moonlight.

"I love you," Bai Nianchu whispered. "You can hear these words as many times as you want."

Ling Yan looked into her eyes, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Before marriage... no, before dating, he thought no one would ever love him in his life, and he never thought he would need anyone to save him.

He thought he would end up like those pitiful, suffering, dirty, and tormented stray cats at the end of the alley, rotting away next to the trash cans, rotting away in a place no one knows about.

But then Bai Nianchu arrived.

She took his hand and gave him a comfortable, clean, and loving home.

There was no condescending charity, only the warm moonlight shining upon me.

A soft kiss from her.

"I love you, my wife."

"Until forever..."

Ling Yan murmured, closed his eyes, and buried his face in her palm.

Once his mind relaxed, the man quickly fell asleep.

No more sleeping pills needed, and no more nightmares.

Only her.