172: Bonus Chapter (4) Wedding Anniversary 03

Finally receiving the message from Yan Zhuohua, Yan Qinghe, who had been waiting outside with anxious impatience, immediately pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Yan Zhuohua dressed in wedding robes, wearing a red bridal veil and sitting by the bedside waiting for him.

For the first time, he experienced so vividly the joy of one of the "Four Joys of Life" described by his ancestors.

Yan Qinghe walked over slowly. Since there was no weighing scale beam at home, Yan Qinghe directly used both hands to lift the veil, revealing Yan Zhuohua's face, which looked even more delicate and rosy against the bright red fabric.

"Am I that good-looking?" Seeing the man staring at him without moving, Yan Zhuohua finally couldn't help but laugh. "How about you just stare like this all night?"

"No way!" Yan Qinghe refused decisively. "I was just dazed for a moment. Wait a second."

With that, the "groom" turned around and started rummaging through a nearby cabinet.

Yan Zhuohua was happy to watch him make a fool of himself, so he simply sat there watching him work. Then, he watched as Yan Qinghe pulled a camera out from deep inside the cabinet.

His smile gradually vanished.

"Put it back!" Yan Zhuohua had already started flexing his wrists.

"I won't! Even if you beat me to death today, I'm still taking pictures!"

Could I really beat him to death? It seemed physical threats wouldn't work. Yan Zhuohua's eyes darted around. "Put it back, and I'll wear it for you again next time."

"I won't! Who knows when your 'next time' will be?" One must seize the moment; never trust those who make empty promises!

The bribe seemed to have failed too. Yan Qinghe was already coming over to adjust the equipment. After a moment of internal conflict, Yan Zhuohua still felt that having photos taken was harder to accept.

"Husband, look at me!"

The slightly seductive voice made Yan Qinghe lose half his soul. "What did you call me?"

"Husband."

Yan Qinghe's other half of his soul flew away too.

"Stop holding that camera and look at me." Seduction worked. Yan Zhuohua happily reached for Yan Qinghe's hand, trying to snatch the camera away.

"No!" Seeing that Yan Zhuohua was about to succeed, Yan Qinghe's soul suddenly returned to his body. With firm resolve, he put back the hand Yan Zhuohua had extended. "Husband, you'll have plenty of chances to call me that later. For now, let me take the photos first! Let's not delay our wedding night."

"..."

Yan Zhuohua: "*%^&#*"

*(Bonus Theater: Intersecting Space-Time)

Yan Qinghe leaned against the headboard, contentedly flipping through the dozens of photos he had taken tonight. From the initial wedding robes to the later chaos (ten thousand words omitted here), the entire process was captured.

This was the first time he had captured his wife while he was awake. He happily picked out a few photos to print and keep, then satisfied, he hid the camera in a different spot before returning to bed to hold his wife and sleep.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhuohua, who had long since fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion, seemed to have arrived in another world.

In his dream, Yan Zhuohua wandered aimlessly through the streets. Suddenly, the scene shifted, and he saw a man pacing anxiously outside a delivery room.

That familiar figure and appearance startled Yan Zhuohua. It was his father, Yan Jinming, who had been dead for over ten years. He stumbled forward, wanting to grab his father's hand, but to his surprise, he couldn't touch him at all.

"What's going on..."

Yan Zhuohua was filled with horror, unsure of the situation. But in the next second, his attention was diverted.

A nurse came out. "Congratulations, sir. Your wife has given birth to a little boy. Both mother and child are safe."

Yan Jinming relaxed instantly. "Can I go in to see my wife?"

"Of course. We've sent the baby for neonatal checkups, and the mother has been moved back to the ward. You can go see her now."

Yan Jinming hurried toward the ward, and only then did the nearby Yan Zhuohua realize what was happening.

"Could it be that I've returned to the past?"

But soon, Yan Zhuohua discovered he hadn't returned to the past.

Because this time, he and Yan Qinghe hadn't been swapped. To be precise, something had changed with Sun Qian; as soon as she stepped into City A, the Yan Family immediately noticed her.

"It seems this must be another world." Yan Zhuohua stood by Yan Qinghe's stroller, smiling gently. "So this is what you looked like as a baby? How silly!"

After a long time, Yan Zhuohua's eyes filled with relief. "This time, you can finally grow up happily."

Time seemed to fast-forward. In an instant, Yan Zhuohua saw Yan Qinghe growing up happily. In this world, nothing had happened to Yan Jinming. Without the major blow and the pressure of having to uphold the family legacy, everyone in the family seemed more relaxed and joyful than in his own world.

Until one day, he discovered that the Yan Qinghe of this world seemed to have realized something after waking up, as he actually had someone investigate the information of the "him" in this world.

Then he watched helplessly as Yan Qinghe easily got the "him" of this world into his hands.

Fifteen years old!! How dare you let this 'me' sleep in your arms? Making him study those... file bundles? And changing clothes, taking all sorts of advantages, and those strange agreements and contracts...

What on earth is this! Why is the 'me' in this world so easy to bully!

Yan Qinghe, your crimes are too numerous to record!

Yan Zhuohua was grief-stricken and beat his chest, but unfortunately, it was useless.

He could only watch as the 'him' of this world was bullied by Yan Qinghe until nothing was left, even actively cooperating to help him hide his misdeeds from the family.

Yan Zhuohua was already numb. He suddenly missed his own Yan Qinghe; at least he had some semblance of a bottom line.

People really are afraid of comparison.

Perhaps his sincere wish was too powerful, for one day at dawn, he felt a moment of daze.

When he opened his eyes again, Yan Zhuohua finally woke up.

The continuous soreness and the red and purple marks all over his body testified to the intensity of last night's wedding night. On the floor lay the wedding robes that Yan Qinghe had torn to shreds in his haste.

Yan Zhuohua let out a long breath. He was finally back.

"What's wrong, wife?" Hearing the sound, the nearby Yan Qinghe groggily hugged Yan Zhuohua and gave him a kiss.

"It's nothing. It's still early, let's go back to sleep." The more Yan Zhuohua looked, the more he felt that his Yan Qinghe was a true gentleman of noble character, and he really should treat him well.

Yan Qinghe, who for some reason had spent a period of time with a wife who was obedient and gave him whatever he wanted: "I don't know what's going on, but I'm truly happy and joyful. I suggest we have more of this!"

—————Side Story 4: End—————