A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

After changing their clothes, the couple went downstairs for dinner.

Chatting after dinner.

Qin Yan asked him, "If you were to compare yourself to an animal, what would you want to be?"

Cheng Tianxun: "What's wrong with you? What triggered you? Why aren't you speaking human language?"

There was no impatience in his expression, only confusion.

Because Qin Yan is usually reliable.

"The newspaper is going to do a feature article that personifies objects," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "What, are you planning to use the front page to criticize me?"

Qin Yan: "This has nothing to do with you, don't take it to heart. We were just chatting. If you don't want to talk anymore, I'm going to sleep."

She stood up to leave.

Cheng Tianxun grabbed her hand.

His palms were warm, his fingertips calloused. He rubbed her wrist a few times before saying, "It's not that I don't want to talk, it's just that I don't know why you want to. Is it really just casual conversation?"

"Um."

"Sit down," he said, releasing his hand.

Qin Yan sat back down in his original seat.

Cheng Tianxun lit a cigarette and thought for a moment: "If I have to be an animal instead of a good person, I want to be a weasel."

Qin Yan: "..."

She had thought of jackals, tigers, leopards, and even dragons, but never of weasels.

"When there was a famine near our base, we would go hungry, so we would catch weasels in the wild to eat. These animals are quite capable; they managed to survive even in such bad years," Cheng Tianxun said.

He added, "But it's really awful. It's tough, fishy, ​​and has hardly any meat. I've never eaten anything so bad."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, "It's good enough to have something to eat. I think even if everything else around us died, a weasel could still survive."

This beast is clever, cunning, and has a strong survival skill. In this turbulent world, even the most ferocious beasts are restricted and find it difficult to survive; it's better than them.

He wanted to survive and also wanted to eat his fill.

Qin Yan nodded after hearing this: "Weasels are fine too."

"And you?"

Qin Yan: "Turtle."

Cheng Tianxun choked on a puff of smoke.

"When you were in school, did you bring orange powder on spring outings and picnics? To make a cup of orange juice as a drink," Qin Yan asked.

Cheng Tianxun: "I don't go on spring outings or picnics when I'm studying."

"We will. When making orange juice, if you add too little water, it will be cloyingly sweet, and if you add too much, it will be bland and tasteless."

The longer a life lasts, the larger the container becomes, and the more water it holds; the more diluted the orange powder becomes, the less flavorful it will be.

I suffered a lot in my childhood, and there's no way to make up for it. I only wish for long life. Living a long life can wash away the unhappiness of my childhood.

"I've always admired turtles. They live long lives, and in winter they can even hibernate, not eating or drinking for months on end, and they don't care about anything," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "We have similar thoughts; we both want to live long and live well."

"Yes."

"Qin Yan, if we live to be a hundred, will we still be husband and wife?" he asked.

Qin Yan: "Anything is possible."

Cheng Tianxun clicked his tongue: "I thought you'd be romantic and say 'I definitely will'."

"If I say 'definitely,' you'll say I'm 'not speaking human language,'" Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "..."

Before going to bed that night, Cheng Tianxun didn't know what the point of discussing this topic was.

Why didn't she ask her sister-in-law, Tao Jingxin?

Cheng Tianxun didn't think much of it.

He should think about his "conflict" with Qin Yan. Actually, there wasn't much of a conflict; it was just that he was a bit too caught up in worldly comforts and was struggling with himself.

When he returns from his three-month stay at his post, everything will be as usual.

Cheng Tianxun realized that his sister-in-law Tao Jingxin's visit today must be the work of someone behind the scenes.

It might not be the group of people from the old house.

The people in the old house weren't that stupid to use such a low-level scheme; Tao Jingxin thought that the people in the old house were like the warlord, disregarding the life and death of her father, Tao Heng.

Cheng Tianxun, his mind preoccupied with official business, drifted off to sleep.

He vaguely sensed that no one was beside him in the middle of the night. Reaching out, he found Qin Yan a little far away, so Cheng Tianxun pulled her close and held her in his arms.

He woke up the next day.

Qin Yan nestled quietly in his arms, sleeping soundly. Her skin was fair, and her eyelashes were thick and long, drooping like small fans; she was inexplicably docile.

Cheng Tianxun kissed her forehead.

He glanced at her a few more times before getting up and going downstairs for his morning exercise.

After he left, Qin Yan slowly opened her eyes, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Two days later, when Qin Yan returned home, he brought a newspaper for Cheng Tianxun to read.

Cheng Tianxun glanced at the list, not seeing his own name, and asked in confusion, "What news is there? Tell me briefly."

"This one is the one I published," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun picked it up and looked at it.

Nowadays, fashionable people like to publish their wedding and engagement announcements in newspapers and to their friends and family.

The article Qin Yan published was also similar to a wedding announcement, placed in the margins of the newspaper, and read: "Congratulations to Mr. Wong Tai Sin and Ms. Turtle on their 421st day of marriage..."

The following are some examples.

Cheng Tianxun couldn't help but laugh.

The more he watched, the funnier it became, and he couldn't stop laughing: "I never expected you could do comedy."

He hadn't seen such a funny joke in a long time.

"Today marks our 421st wedding day. I asked my older brother, and he said your birthday is April 21st," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun's laughter stopped abruptly.

His dark eyes were deep as he looked up at her.

Qin Yan's hand covered the back of his hand: "You didn't seem to like the watch I gave you last time very much."

This is another gift I'm giving you. It's nothing much, just something to make you smile, please don't mind. Cheng Tianxun, let's make up, let's not be angry anymore.

His words were soft, like the thin frost of winter, devoid of warmth.

Cheng Tianxun pulled her close, embraced her, and kissed her.

He should have done this after exchanging gifts that day.

Qin Yan was pressed down on the sofa by him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"This is the first time you've called me by my name," Cheng Tianxun said.

Qin Yan: "If you don't mind, I can call you that all the time."

"it is good."

Qin Yan leaned close to his ear again and said, "My period is over."

Cheng Tianxun picked her up and carried her upstairs.

The bed proved its sturdiness that day; no matter how much it was tossed around, it didn't fall apart, but Qin Yan was about to fall apart.

Cheng Tianxun gently nibbled at her lips: "How did you come up with this idea?"

Qin Yan: "Our newspaper often publishes wedding and engagement announcements, so I thought we didn't do this when we got married."

"I mean, how do you know how to please me?" he asked. "Someone like you, I find it hard to imagine you would put in the effort to please others."

Qin Yan: "..."

She wasn't trying to please anyone.

She just didn't want to keep arguing. She wanted a peaceful life, for her and Cheng Tianxun to go back to where they were.

Cheng Tianxun rested for less than half an hour before having to start all over again.

The sweat on Qin Yan's body had just dried when she said, "I'm hungry, I haven't had dinner yet."

"I'll be quick."

Qin Yan: "..."

His hand gently stroked her head and face, and at the height of their passion, he suddenly asked her, "Qin Yan, will you like me?"

Qin Yan did not answer him.

Because he didn't need to answer, he leaned down and sealed her lips with his, as if he wanted to devour her.

After the two took a shower, Cheng Tianxun didn't bring up the topic again.

He took the newspaper, cut out the "wedding announcement," framed it, bought a picture frame, and placed it on the bedside table.

Qin Yan said, "How about we put it in your study upstairs?"

"You find it embarrassing? Wasn't it you who published it?"

Qin Yan: "..."

As a newspaper professional, Qin Yan felt this period was a stain on her life. To appease her husband, she played the "clown" and acted strangely, violating her professional ethics.