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Shao Cixin sat in the passenger seat, gazing down at her Best Actress award trophy. The light in her eyes shone like stars, and she was so excited that she couldn’t stop talking.
“Best Actress…I’ve won the Best Actress award!” she exclaimed. “From today on, I will also be called a movie queen! Mmm, Shao Cixin, you really are something!”
Wen Zhihan drove and listened to Shao Cixin’s self-appraisal.
When she glanced at her wife, she saw Shao Cixin rubbing her chin with a look of approval.
Wen Zhihan was dumbfounded.
This was the first time she saw someone praising themselves so rigorously. It was funny and cute. But Wen Zhihan was also very happy for Shao Cixin.
She was glad that Shao Cixin found a second opportunity in life.
She was glad that Shao Cixin continued to act.
She was glad that Shao Cixin was able to fulfill her dreams, winning the awards she never had the chance to obtain in their previous lives.
She was glad that they met again, that they were connected in mind and body.
She was glad that they would remain together beyond the years ahead.
Compared to the Shao Cixin married to Wen Yu, she would much rather see this current cheerful and smiling Shao Cixin—a happy Shao Cixin.
Their car stopped at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light to change.
“Cixin.”
Shao Cixin raised her head.
She saw Wen Zhihan leaning over, her eyes and lips full of tenderness.
She welcomed Wen Zhihan’s gentleness without any hesitation.
In the silent and warm atmosphere of the car, they exchanged a kiss.
She was hers.
Wen Zhihan caressed Shao Cixin’s face, and even her fingertips seemed to carry how much she cherished her—a gentle and touching feeling.
She hoped that her Cixin would always be happy.
Shao Cixin tilted her head into Wen Zhihan’s palm, kissing it. She stroked Wen Zhihan’s hand as she asked, “Did something happen?”
“No. It’s just that seeing you happy makes me happy too.” Wen Zhihan smiled gently. “Our Cixin should always be this happy, never as upset as she was in her previous life.”
Shao Cixin laughed softly.
She wanted to bring Wen Zhihan down for a kiss, but she was forced to keep her hands to herself on the road.
She was proud of Wen Zhihan’s attentiveness while driving.
“With you around, I won’t be unhappy anymore.”
Wen Zhihan was different. Wen Zhihan loved her more than anyone else.
She supported Shao Cixin’s career and dreams.
She would indulge in Shao Cixin’s antics, and she never found her childish or annoying.
Shao Cixin would always be cute in Wen Zhihan’s heart.
They were the other half of each other’s souls.
Nothing could be more perfect than meeting Wen Zhihan and falling in love with her.
“I love you, Zhihan.”
At this moment, Shao Cixin didn’t want to say anything else. She just wanted to express her love to Wen Zhihan again.
Wen Zhihan briefly looked into Shao Cixin’s eyes, smiled, and then turned back.
“I love you too,” she responded.
Shao Cixin continued watching her, motionless.
The trophy for the Best Actress award was in her hand, and the person she loved the most was right in front of her. What else did she lack in this life? Nothing.
All of the shortcomings from her previous life were fulfilled in this one.
Having a second chance, opening a new chapter, meeting Wen Zhihan, and falling in love with her—these were the meaning of her rebirth.
She looked at Wen Zhihan with open adoration.
As she gazed at her, she suddenly knew what they were missing.
—A wedding.
She and Wen Yu had a grand wedding in their last life, so why was she lacking in this life?
It was fine when she had a fake wife, but now that the fake wife was real, how could she not make up for it?!
If Wen Zhihan wanted it, Shao Cixin would hold the best wedding for Wen Zhihan. Much better than what she held for Wen Yu!
For her wife Wen Zhihan, nothing could be lacking!
Shao Cixin returned her attention to Wen Zhihan.
Wen Zhihan was focused on driving, privy to none of her thoughts.
Shao Cixin smiled to herself as an idea sprouted in her mind.
She wanted to give Wen Zhihan another surprise!
As for what type of surprise it was, she had to think about it slowly. But that was okay. No matter what, her wife was here, and they would be together forever.
If there was one thing she had, it was time.
After returning home, they performed their regular routine.
As soon as they entered the door, Shao Cixin put down her trophy and started a family meeting to promote emotional harmony.
Shao Cixin lifted her long dress, revealing a pair of cold slender white legs.
She sat on Wen Zhihan’s lap, her knees slightly bent, her legs spread apart against the soft sofa.
Her wide dress covered their thighs like blooming roses, petals spread out in layers, gorgeous and graceful.
Wen Zhihan slowly raised her hand, and the dark blue dress fell under her cold white wrist, revealing a piece of crystal white skin.
The fragrance of their bodies melted into the air, wrapping them tightly and not letting go.
Shao Cixin lifted her long hair, lowered her eyes, and kissed Wen Zhihan.
With soft lips and a burning heart, she repeated what she had already done countless times before.
They would never get bored of being close to each other.
Their reunion was hard-fought and their love hard-won.
The person in front of them was their greatest treasure in the world—nothing else could compare.
Shao Cixin raised her fingers to pull up Wen Zhihan’s long hair, kissing her eyebrows and neck.
She breathed, “Are you going to work tomorrow?”
Wen Zhihan hugged Shao Cixin. As she leaned back on the sofa, she exposed her beautiful pearl neck, letting Shao Cixin bite her.
Under Shao Cixin’s relentless teasing, she moaned, “Mmhm.”
Her tone was full of lust and desire.
Shao Cixin couldn’t help but sigh.
Wen Zhihan asked, “What’s wrong?”
Shao Cixin embraced her and said regretfully, “I don’t want you to go to work, but it’s not good for me to always act like a demoness concubine who brings disaster to a country and its people. This will damage my reputation.”
Wen Zhihan couldn’t help but laugh. She comforted her with shining eyes, “I’ll get back early tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,” Shao Cixin responded briskly.
Then she straightened again, lowering her eyes as if she felt that this was not enough.
Wen Zhihan glanced down at Shao Cixin’s hands. If her wife’s fingers were not unbuttoning her clothes, then she could really believe that Shao Cixin was thinking about something.
Then she watched as her buttons were taken apart one after another. When Shao Cixin got to the last one, she said, “I’ll go find you tomorrow afternoon.”
She looked up at Wen Zhihan. “The boss’s lady is very happy to have won the award today. Let’s treat everyone to afternoon tea. How about we go out for a big dinner after you get off work?”
Wen Zhihan had no objections. “Okay.
Shao Cixin smiled with curved eyes.
She had already thought about what desserts she would prepare for the employees of both her family’s and Wen Zhihan’s companies.
But right now, she was focused on her own “dessert.”
While she was speaking, she was also helping Wen Zhihan remove the restraints on her body. Her white and flawless skin appeared before Shao Cixin’s eyes.
Shao Cixin raised the corners of her lips into a broad smile. She leaned over to kiss her beautiful lover.
“Then it’s just like I said~” Her voice was as sweet as it was flirtatious.
Wen Zhihan nodded lightly. “En, it’s settled…”
Her last breath was swallowed by Shao Cixin. They rubbed their bodies against each other, and their breathing became disorientated.
Their long fingers hooked in intimate places, and their eyes were as charming as silk.
Shao Cixin grabbed Wen Zhihan’s hand and stretched it towards the zipper on her back. She said in a charming voice, “Jiejie, help me take it off.”
She breathed, “Want me…”
Wen Zhihan could no longer restrain herself. She pushed the person beneath her on the sofa and kissed her passionately, releasing her desire.
In front of Shao Cixin, she couldn’t be pure.
In the morning, Wen Zhihan went out to work.
Shao Cixin was still lying in bed at home, sleeping until she woke up naturally.
Then she called the cake shop and placed two large orders, one for Guanglan and the other for her father’s Shao company.
Then she called her father and told him about the surprise, asking him to find someone to pick up the food in the afternoon.
Afterward, she ate, exercised, and went about her day. In the afternoon, she dressed up and went out to see her Mrs. Shao.
Wen Zhihan was in a meeting.
The person responsible for picking up Shao Cixin was surnamed He.
Secretary He’s favorite tea was the one sent by Shao Cixin, and he had it every time.
As a result, he developed a good impression of the company’s Mrs. Wen and smiled happily when he saw her.
“President Wen is still in the meeting. It will probably end in about ten minutes,” he told Shao Cixin. “I’m right outside, Madam. If you need anything, feel free to call me.”
Shao Cixin smiled. “It’s no problem. I’ll just wait for her in the office. You can go and do your work. Thank you for your consideration.”
Xiao He[1] nodded and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him.
Shao Cixin was left alone in the office.
She sat on the couch and went on her phone for a while. By the time she got tired of scrolling through her feed, Wen Zhihan still hadn’t returned yet.
Out of boredom, she stood up and turned to Wen Zhihan’s bookshelf. She took out one of the business tomes and casually flipped through it, then carefully put it back in its place.
When she turned around, her eyes fell on the office desk.
Wen Zhihan’s desk was white, with three movable cabinets underneath it.
There was a keyhole embedded in the top cabinet, which likely meant that it was where Wen Zhihan’s most valuable items were kept.
When Shao Cixin’s eyes landed on this cabinet, she inexplicably thought of their high school.
The desks in their high school were also white, similar to the color of the desk in front of them.
Students would use the drawers under their desks to store school supplies, snacks, and books.
But anyone could slide something into another person’s drawer—for example, some people liked to deliver love letters.
Shao Cixin could vaguely see Wen Zhihan’s high school desk in the silhouette of the office desk in front of her.
A beautiful girl like Mrs. Shao would definitely have many love letters in her drawer.
Shao Cixin suddenly felt a little regretful.
When she returned the disciplinary notebook to Wen Zhihan’s desk, she was so obedient and honest that she didn’t touch or read anything. Otherwise, she might have seen a drawer full of love letters!
At this moment, the office door swung open.
Wen Zhihan had returned.
“When did you arrive?”
Wen Zhihan set down the documents she brought from the meeting and stretched out her hands to greet Shao Cixin, who was already walking towards her.
Her expression was affectionate and gentle. “Has my Cixin been waiting for a long time?”
Shao Cixin embraced Wen Zhihan by the waist and shook her head. “Not long.”
Then she asked with a smile, “Our beautiful Senior Sister Wen collected love letters almost every day when she was in high school. Have you ever received one since? Even just one?”
Wen Zhihan remembered that she had answered this question before.
But she didn’t mind repeating her answer. “No one dares to write or send any.”
She pressed her forehead against Shao Cixin’s and asked in a gentle and charming voice, “Junior Sister, do you want to write me a letter?”
When this topic was mentioned, Wen Zhihan became interested.
Even though she had read so many people’s love letters, she had never seen what Shao Cixin’s love letter looked like.
“Has Cixin ever written a love letter?”
“No.” Shao Cixin raised her head arrogantly. “I don’t need to write any. My face is the best love letter.”
Her parents didn’t make her so beautiful just for her to be rejected!
Wen Zhihan couldn’t help but laugh.
Shao Cixin looked at Wen Zhihan and raised her hand to fiddle with the black ribbon decorating her wife’s collar. “Do you want one?”
Wen Zhihan: “Hmm?”
Shao Cixin smiled brightly. “If you want one, I’ll write one for you. My wife’s requests must be fulfilled.”
When Wen Zhihan heard this, she took Shao Cixin’s hand and kissed it. She responded in a warm voice, “Yes, I want one.”
Shao Cixin was very happy to agree.
Wasn’t it just a love letter? She would write one!
Even if it was ten letters or one hundred letters, she would write however many We Zhihan wanted!
“But my writing skills are average, and I’m not good at creating super artistic or beautiful letters,” Shao Cixin admitted. “You can’t dislike me afterward.”
Wen Zhihan smiled and held Shao Cixin in her arms. “As long as it’s written by you, I will like it no matter what it says.”
Shao Cixin felt more and more like she could not let Wen Zhihan down.
She must write a love letter capable of making up for all the years they missed together.
Before she began, Shao Cixin selected the envelope and letter paper.
She hadn’t written many letters before and was a novice in this field, but she would definitely deliver what she promised Wen Zhihan. She wouldn’t give up.
But first, she needed to consult the professionals—her parents—about the task of writing letters.
Shao Heng was the one who wrote a love letter to pursue Lu Lan.
His letter was short, but his love was long, and his pen was full of love.
Shao Heng had strong writing skills, and the letters he wrote were always sincere and touching.
Shao Cixin read the letter Shao Heng wrote to Lu Lan, wanting to learn a thing or two. But in terms of literary supremacy, she couldn’t even compare herself to her father, who had loved reading ever since he was a child.
As a child, Shao Cixin had never enjoyed reading as much as Shao Heng, and she did whatever she wanted with her intelligence.
In the end, it was her mother who provided her with a clear path.
“Write what you want to write,” Lu Lan said over the phone. “A letter is not necessarily better because of how gorgeous the words and sentences are. The importance of a letter lies in its sincerity and simplicity in sharing the writer’s love. As long as you both like each other, the other party will enjoy it even if you’re just writing about something as trivial as eating.”
Her mother sincerely continued, “So don’t worry about whether the phrases are beautiful or not. As long as you can express your feelings to her, then the words you choose will be the most suitable, and the sentences you write will be the best.”
Shao Cixin sat in front of her desk. She suddenly became enlightened after hearing her mother’s words.
That’s right, the key was expressing yourself. Beautiful sentences were a way of expressing yourself, but straightforward sentences were also a way of expressing yourself. If it was your style, then it was your style. Just write according to how you feel, why force yourself to change?
Wen Zhihan knew very well what she was like.
“Thank you, mom. I think I know what to write now.”
She moved her fingers, thoughts welling up in her mind.
Lu Lan responded with a soft affirmation. Then she asked one more question, “Are you writing a letter to Han Han?”
Shao Cixin smiled sweetly and replied, “Yeah, I’m writing a letter to Han Han.”
She paused. “Wouldn’t it be bad if it wasn’t for Han Han?”
“Naughty,” Lu Lan admonished. Then she said, “Remember to bring your dad’s letter back after you’re finished with it. You’re not allowed to damage it.”
Shao Cixin playfully retorted, “How could I damage it? This is a love letter written by the special chairman Shao. It’s worth a fortune! I’m always careful to read it with my gloves on.”
Lu Lan was amused by her daughter.
After chatting with Shao Cixin for a while longer, she hung up the phone first, not wanting to distract Shao Cixin from writing a love letter to her wife.
Shao Cixin stretched her arms and legs, mentally preparing herself.
Then she began to write boldly.
She faithfully penned whatever she thought of whenever she thought of it, the ink spreading on the page in large, looping strokes. There was no technique to her craft, it was all about emotion!
On one fateful afternoon when the wind was clear and the sun was warm, Mrs. Wen paid President Wen’s office another visit.
Wen Zhihan returned from the conference room.
As soon as she opened the door to her office, Wen Zhihan found Shao Cixin squatting behind her desk.
She couldn’t help but wonder what Shao Cixin was doing.
Seeing that she was back, Shao Cixin poked out her head and asked, “Wen Zhihan, which one of your two drawers should I put it in?”
Sending love letters in high school never involved picking through drawers.
Wen Zhihan immediately caught on and said with a smile, “Any of them is fine. Cixin can choose whichever she wants.”
After Shao Cixin heard Wen Zhihan’s response, she motioned for her to turn around.
Even when it came to something like giving love letters, she needed to add a little fun and make Wen Zhihan guess which drawer she put it in.
After putting her letter away, Shao Cixin stood.
She walked up to Wen Zhihan and kissed her.
“Are you going home late tonight?”
“Yes, you don’t have to wait for me for dinner. Eat first. Don’t get hungry.”
“Okay, got it. I’ll go home first. Remember to be careful when you’re driving.”
“I understand…Wait.” Wen Zhihan stretched out her hand and pulled Shao Cixin back into her arms. “Is Cixin going back now?”
Shao Cixin nodded firmly. “I’m leaving so you can read the letter.”
She covered her lips and said shyly, “This is the first love letter I’ve ever written. If you read it in front of me, I’ll be embarrassed.”
Although she had a thick skin, this didn’t prevent her from feeling shy in certain moments.
“Oh, I also prepared a fun little game for you.”
“What game?”
“You need to guess which drawer the love letter is in. If you guess right, you find the love letter. If you don’t, just guess again, and you’ll win!”
After hearing this, Wen Zhihan laughed softly. She gently stroked the back of Shao Cixin’s hands with her fingers.
“Even though I really want to read the letter now, I want Cixin to stay with me even more,” she said. “Stay a little longer. I’ll read the letter after you leave, okay?”
Shao Cixin simply couldn’t refuse Wen Zhihan when she was like this.
Wen Zhihan was so good and moving, not to mention gentle to the point where it made people’s hearts hurt. It would be too cruel of Shao Cixin not to stay!
“Since my wife wants me to stay so much, then I will stay with her for a while,” she said. “Are you tired from the meeting? Sit down and let me massage your shoulders.”
Wen Zhihan wanted Shao Cixin to accompany her, so she took their time together very seriously. She never touched the letter the whole time Shao Cixin stayed with her.
After Shao Cixin left, she went to look for the love letter.
She found it in the first drawer she opened, as if she had a telepathic connection with Shao Cixin.
The envelope was light pink with a small heart painted on it.
The heart was hand-painted by Shao Cixin.
Wen Zhihan sat down on her office chair and opened the envelope.
Then she unfolded the letter and slowly began reading:
Dear Senior Sister Wen:
Hello,
I am Shao Cixin, a first-year student in Class 1-2. I am the same Shao Cixin whom you caught every time she violated the school rules. I am also the same Shao Cixin who finally understood your feelings after so many years. I am the Shao Cixin who really really likes you—your Mrs. Wen.
To be honest, I wrote and threw away many pieces of paper before writing this letter. Some were half-written and then became a mess, some had too many mistakes, and some were just complete garbage because I couldn’t express my feelings properly.
The letter in front of you is the final product of my efforts. If you think my words are too rough and direct, and my sentences are not beautiful enough, please don’t mind. All I wanted to do was tell you how much I love you.
There were three letters in the envelope, each folded in order. Wen Zhihan could see that the sender had poured her emotions into her words and ended up writing a lot without even realizing it.
In the letters, Shao Cixin wrote about how she saw Wen Zhihan in high school.
It wouldn’t be accurate to say that she hadn’t paid attention to her at all.
When she saw Wen Zhihan writing down someone’s name in her disciplinary notebook, she would take a detour.
But when she saw her smile, she would also stop and say to the person next to her, “That senior sister is very pretty.”
When others confessed to Wen Zhihan, Shao Cixin would discuss Wen Zhihan’s ideal type with the people around her and guess what kind of person would be worthy of her.
And when she saw Wen Zhihan sitting alone on the stone bench outside of school, she couldn’t bear to leave and took the initiative to step forward to treat her to chocolate.
When Wen Zhihan secretly liked her, Shao Cixin had also paid attention to her, but she hadn’t realized her feelings yet, and they ultimately came too late…
Wen Zhihan gradually became fascinated.
Shao Cixin’s letters were written with great sincerity, and every word was filled with her love and regret for Wen Zhihan.
She regretted not being able to fall in love with her earlier and not being able to respond to her feelings earlier.
Wen Zhihan turned over the letters one after another, and soon there was only one left.
Her eyes followed each word to the end—
Zhihan, to this day, I still feel like I fell in love too late, but I am very grateful that we found each other. This is a hundred times better than missing each other again.
I am very happy that you like me, and I am very happy that you have not given up on me, so I want to be good to you—the best, better than anyone else.
So now that we have reached the end, I want to ask you one more question:
Wen Zhihan, are you willing to marry this Shao Cixin and have a grand wedding with her?
When she reached this ending, Wen Zhihan’s fingers froze.
She hadn’t expected it.
Shao Cixin actually proposed to her…a long overdue proposal.
At this moment, she suddenly became speechless. She didn’t know how to react.
During all those years of unrequited love, she never once believed that she would one day receive a proposal from Shao Cixin, the person whom she liked.
After sitting with her pounding heart for a while, she picked up her phone and dialed the secretary outside.
Wen Zhihan ended up working overtime at the company and staying late. When she came home, Shao Cixin had already gone to bed.
Shao Cixin was tossing and turning in her sleep, as if she had something on her mind that she couldn’t let go of.
As soon as she felt Wen Zhihan lay down beside her, she woke up.
“You’re back…”
Shao Cixin instinctively crawled into her arms.
Wen Zhihan knew that Shao Cixin was worried about her again. She comforted Shao Cixin as she covered her with a blanket.
“Mm, I came back safely.” She placed a passionate kiss on Shao Cixin’s hair. “You can stop worrying now. Go back to sleep. Have a good night.”
Shao Cixin curled her lips. She replied with a muffled “good night” and groggily fell back into their jumbled sheets.
The next day, the blue sky was as clear as day.
A shrill alarm clock disrupted this beautiful morning.
Wen Zhihan opened her eyes and reached out to turn off her alarm. She looked down at the person in her arms, stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead.
“Good morning, Cixin.” Her voice was hoarse. “I’m getting up. You go back to sleep.”
Shao Cixin shifted.
Unwilling for Wen Zhihan to leave so soon, she held her hand and said, “I want a kiss…”
Wen Zhihan smiled and did as she asked.
“Again…”
Wen Zhihan kissed her again.
“Mmm, that’s not enough. I want more…”
So Wen Zhihan held her and kissed her for a very long time.
After dawdling for a while, Shao Cixin reluctantly let Wen Zhihan go.
Wen Zhihan went to take a shower and change her clothes. Afterward, she returned to the bedroom. She covered Shao Cixin with a blanket again, then leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her eyes. “I’m going out.”
Shao Cixin raised her slightly dazed face and said with a smile, “President Wen, if you kiss me again you won’t be able to leave…”
When Wen Zhihan heard this, she helped Shao Cixin straighten her hair, which had turned messy from sleeping, and kissed her. “Mrs. Wen is too cute. I can’t help it.”
Shao Cixin was so happy that she sat up to hug her. “Be careful on the road and send me a message when you’re at the company.”
Wen Zhihan agreed.
The young couple reluctantly parted.
Before she took her leave, Wen Zhihan left something on the bedside.
Shao Cixin, who had gone back to bed, didn’t notice, but she also didn’t fall back asleep immediately. She was waiting for news that Wen Zhihan had arrived at the company safely.
Ten minutes later, her phone rang with a notification.
Shao Cixin immediately crawled out of bed to look for her phone. When she found it, she saw that Wen Zhihan had messaged her about arriving safely.
After putting down her phone, she finally saw what Wen Zhihan had left on the bedside table—it was an envelope.
And on the cover, written in clear and elegant handwriting, read the statement:
A reply to Mrs. Wen.
A reply!
Shao Cixin’s vision cleared for a moment.
Wen Zhihan came back very late at night yesterday, and so Shao Cixin didn’t have the opportunity to ask her if she accepted her proposal or not.
She hurriedly sat up.
Then she carefully took the envelope and opened it, unfurling the letter inside.
Wen Zhihan had delivered her a serious reply.
A unique tenderness followed each line, and a lingering affection intertwined each word. Wen Zhihan’s feelings were clearly presented in front of Shao Cixin’s eyes.
She said that she was very happy that Shao Cixin still remembered some things from high school and that she was glad that Shao Cixin had also paid attention to her once.
She said that she didn’t regret that Shao Cixin’s love came too late, that it was never too late for the two of them.
She also responded to Shao Cixin’s proposal by saying—
I am very willing to marry the woman I love.
Shao Cixin’s sleepiness had completely evaporated, and she excitedly jumped off the bed to run circles around their bedroom.
Although they had already been married for more than two years, she still couldn’t control her joy at this moment.
Wen Zhihan agreed!
They were getting married!!
The author (热到昏厥) has something to say:
Remember to come to their wedding tomorrow!
I also want to say something else. Please don’t mention other authors or works in my comment section. I don’t like it very much. It makes me feel offended.
I also believe that other authors don’t want to appear before an unknown author in this way.
In the same vein, please don’t mention me on other authors’ sites. It’s very rude.
I hope everyone will understand and respect each other. Thank you.
Okay, I’m going to go watch SpongeBob SquarePants. I wish everyone a happy night OvO
[1] 小 or “xiǎo,” literally “small/young,” is an honorific/nickname given to friends, neighbors, and acquaintances (as well as children) to address someone younger than you in a less formal manner.
