His physiological preference

Qin Yuzheng returned home early at 5 p.m. after finishing his meeting.

When he pushed open the door, the main lights in the living room were not on; only the floor lamp next to the sofa was lit, casting a warm yellow light on Yang Zhiyan.

She nestled in the corner of the sofa, hugging a cushion, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

Qin Yuzheng changed his shoes and walked over. Before he could even speak, he saw that her eyes were red and there was still a little bit of water on her eyelashes.

He walked over, sat down next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He looked down at her, his voice soft and full of concern.

Yang Zhiyan turned her phone over to show him. On the screen was a short video about an elderly couple who had spent their lives together. The video showed the two of them holding hands, their hair white.

Her voice still had a slight nasal tone, "It's nothing, I just came across something touching."

Qin Yuzheng looked at her red eyes and gently rubbed the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"Good Yan Yan," his voice came from above her head, deep and strong, "I will always love you."

Yang Zhiyan looked up at him. His eyes reflected the light from the floor lamp, her reflection, and his earnestness.

Will the love last forever?

"Yes," he lowered his head, forehead to forehead, "always, always."

Qin Yuzheng cupped Yang Zhiyan's face and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and tender, he could never get enough of kissing her.

After kissing for a long time, Yang Zhiyan grabbed his hand, which had become restless at some point, and tentatively asked:

"So, I can do anything?"

Qin Yuzheng stopped, looked at her, and his eyes held a hint of helplessness, as if to say, "What are you up to now?"

"certainly."

Yang Zhiyan said, "Then I want to eat ice cream, can you buy it for me?"

Her tone was tentative.

Qin Yuzheng paused for a moment, then smiled.

"That's it?" He stood up, reached out and pulled her up from the sofa. "Come on, let's go buy it now."

Yang Zhiyan was pulled towards the door by him, and asked shyly:

"Don't you think eating ice cream in the dead of winter is bad for your health?"

She just suddenly had a strong craving for food, and felt uncomfortable all over if she couldn't eat it.

Qin Yuzheng had already reached the entrance and bent down to change his shoes. "It's just an ice cream, what's the big deal? Your happiness is the most important thing. It's okay to have it occasionally."

Yang Zhiyan stood behind him, watching him tie his shoelaces. She smiled and thought, "Marriage is wonderful."

The two walked out the door hand in hand. There was a 24-hour convenience store at the entrance of the residential area, with several rows of ice creams on the shelves. Yang Zhiyan picked out a strawberry-flavored cone.

She tore open the packaging and took a bite. The cream melted in her mouth, carrying the sweet and sour taste of strawberries and a refreshing coolness.

With a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth, she mumbled, "Thank you, honey."

Qin Yuzheng was paying when he heard those two words and paused for a moment.

He turned to look at her; she had ice cream in her mouth, a little white cream on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were bright.

He walked over, bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth, licking away the bit of cream, then pressed his lips to her ear, his voice so low only she could hear:

"Call me again when I get home tonight."

Yang Zhiyan blushed and nudged him, "Let's go, Grandma must be getting impatient."

By the time the car arrived at the old house, it was already dark.

Grandma Qin stood at the entrance of the main room, wearing a dark red sweater, her hair neatly combed, and holding her reading glasses in her hand.

Seeing the two people walk into the courtyard hand in hand, she quickly went out to greet them, her gaze falling on Yang Zhiyan and then on their clasped hands.

Grandma Qin wanted to see the marriage certificate, so she specifically asked Qin Yuzheng to bring it over.

Grandma Qin reached out and took it, put on her reading glasses, held the marriage certificate up to her eyes, and looked at it for a long time.

The two people in the photo are leaning against each other, with happy smiles on their faces.

Grandma Qin gently touched the photo with her finger, then closed the marriage certificate.

"Okay." Grandma Qin was truly delighted. She had finally seen her grandson get married and start a family in her lifetime, and she would have something to say to her old man after she passed away.

She turned and walked into the house, but stopped after a couple of steps, glancing back at Qin Yuzheng.

"Zheng, come here for a second."

Qin Yuzheng followed her into the main room.

Grandma Qin took out two thick red envelopes from the drawer and stuffed them into Yang Zhiyan's hands.

"This is from your grandma. Live a good life and support each other."

She took out another file folder. "And this, a shop, on that pedestrian street in the city center. The lease has already been signed. Keep it."

Yang Zhiyan held the file folder; it felt incredibly light, but she dared not ponder its value.

"Grandma, this is too precious..."

Grandma Qin waved her hand, "What's so valuable about it? Money is meant to be spent. Your well-being is more valuable than anything else."

She sat down in the chair and looked up at the two people standing in front of her.

"What are your plans for the wedding?"

Qin Yuzheng sat down next to Yang Zhiyan, his hand naturally resting on the back of the chair behind her.

"May Day, please. The weather will be nice, and a few months is just enough time to prepare properly."

Grandma Qin nodded. "Happy May Day. It'll be warmer then, and you won't be cold wearing a wedding dress."

She glanced at Yang Zhiyan. "Yanyan, do you have any thoughts?"

Yang Zhiyan thought for a moment, then looked at Qin Yuzheng.

"I don't have any special ideas, I just want things to be simple."

Qin Yuzheng turned his head to look at her, "My status shouldn't be too high-profile, but it will definitely be done in a low-key yet luxurious way."

Grandma Qin nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and said, "Alright, let's eat first, the food is getting cold."

The family reunion dinner was served warmly. Grandma Qin put food on Yang Zhiyan's plate, urging her to eat more, saying she was too thin.

Qin Yuzheng peeled shrimp and removed fish bones for her.

Yang Zhiyan's bowl was piled high with food, and she buried her head in her food, occasionally glancing up at the person next to her with a smile on her face.

After finishing his meal and leaving the old house, Qin Yuzheng did not go directly back to Shengshi Tianxi, but instead drove in another direction.

Looking at the increasingly unfamiliar street scene outside the window, Yang Zhiyan asked, "Where to?"

"The wedding room," Qin Yuzheng said. "Grandma prepared it for us."

The villa is located in a villa area in the east of the city. There is an osmanthus tree planted at the entrance. There are no flowers this season, but the leaves are still green and gleam with a dim light under the street lamp.

Qin Yuzheng entered the password, and the door opened.

The living room is large and decorated in a minimalist style, with light-colored sofas, wooden floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

But the bedroom was different. The bed was covered with bright red sheets and duvet covers, the pillows were also red, the quilt was folded neatly, and there was a pair of red throw pillows on top, with the character "囍" embroidered in gold on them.

There was a pair of red candles on the bedside table, but they were not lit.

The curtains were also deep red, and when the light shone on them, the entire bedroom was bathed in a warm, red glow.