Free Web NovelChapter 259: Chapter 259: The Condition Is to Always Love Me
Time seemed to freeze as they gazed at each other.
Gu Nian’s heart pounded wildly. He even started to wonder—
’Am I about to die? How else could I be this happy?’
An immense joy enveloped Gu Nian like a firework display, the roaring in his ears shaking his mind blank. The ringing didn’t stop for a long time.
Jiang Qingli wiped away his tears. Seeing his dazed expression, she asked with an amused smile, "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"
The moment she finished speaking, Gu Nian wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and choked out, "Sister, don’t divorce me..."
"Our Nian is such a silly bunny." Jiang Qingli pinched his cheek, kneading it like dough, and gave a slightly wicked smile. "Didn’t the system send a notification when we registered? You can’t get a divorce within the first year of marriage."
It was only then that Gu Nian realized Jiang Qingli had been teasing him the whole time.
He pulled back a little, his eyes red-rimmed. Looking at her with a hint of grievance, he whispered, "In the future... don’t divorce me either."
"Alright." Jiang Qingli nodded, then added before he could break into a smile, "But on three conditions."
Gu Nian promised, "I’ll agree even if you have a hundred conditions, Sister!"
Jiang Qingli said, "You have to tell me when you’re hurt, you have to answer me honestly when I ask you something, and..."
"And what?" Gu Nian leaned over the edge of the bed like a little puppy waiting for its master’s command, his damp, pink eyes full of nervousness. "Tell me, Sister. No matter what it is, I’ll do my best to achieve it."
Jiang Qingli didn’t answer right away. Instead, she held out her hand to him. "Do you have any more candy?"
"Ah, yes."
Though he didn’t understand what she meant, Gu Nian quickly fumbled in his pocket for a piece of candy, tore off the wrapper, and offered it to her with both hands.
He added, "This one doesn’t have any sedatives, Sister."
The hard candy entered her mouth, and Jiang Qingli tasted the crisp flavor of green apple.
She remembered that the first candy she ever gave Gu Nian had this exact same flavor.
Jiang Qingli stared at him for a few seconds before suddenly leaning down and pressing her lips to his.
The sweetness was exchanged between their lips and teeth, melting and filling the emptiness in his heart, inch by inch.
As their hot breaths mingled, Gu Nian heard Jiang Qingli state her final condition—
"You have to love me forever."
Gu Nian’s vision blurred again.
It was so strange.
He had suffered such grievous injuries in the past, and had been on the verge of death so many times, but he had never once cried.
But in front of Jiang Qingli, feeling her love, he couldn’t stop the tears.
He fumbled for her hand and intertwined their fingers, squeezing with a force that seemed to want to bind them together.
Gu Nian tilted his face up like a devout believer and promised earnestly, almost incoherently, "I’ll always love you, I’ll always love you... I will love you until the day I die."
The rims of Jiang Qingli’s eyes reddened. She kissed her little bunny’s lips, responding with action rather than words.
Outside the window, the moon hung high in the sky, its gentle light blanketing them.
...
After an unknown amount of time, the candy had completely dissolved. A sound of resistance escaped Jiang Qingli’s throat as she raised a hand to push him away.
Gu Nian looked up, confused. "What’s wrong, Sister?"
"I’m hungry." Jiang Qingli’s cheeks were flushed red. She raised a hand to wipe her slightly swollen lips.
Dazed from their kiss, Gu Nian finally remembered that she hadn’t eaten all day.
His face filled with guilt, and he quickly got up to leave.
Jiang Qingli called out to him, "Where are you going?"
"To get you something to eat, Sister. What do you want to eat?"
Gu Nian swiped his hand through the air, and a rift in space tore open. On the other side was their kitchen at home, where Yi Nuo could be vaguely seen with his back to them, organizing utensils at a cabinet.
"Wait, wait, wait—" Jiang Qingli hurriedly stopped him. Meeting his confused gaze, she reminded him with a blush, "It’s not exactly appropriate for you to go like that, is it?"
Gu Nian looked down, and with a twitch of his finger, the spatial rift vanished.
The young man’s already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red. He stammered, "S-Sorry... Sister, can you wait for me for a bit? I’ll go make food once I’ve... recovered..."
"It’s fine." Jiang Qingli glanced at her terminal and said, "Jing said he’s prepared dinner for us."
Gu Nian: "..."
’Isn’t that sly fox supposed to be busy with some concert? How is his information network so good? His obsession with being the ’main wife’ is getting worse.’
’And Jiang Youchen is so useless. He couldn’t even stop him. No wonder that sly fox managed to date Sister right under his nose a few years ago.’
Although he was disappointed that he couldn’t cook for Jiang Qingli himself, it was inconvenient for Gu Nian at the moment. Worried she would go hungry, he sullenly agreed, making a mental note not to give Baili Jing the opportunity next time.
After a few minutes, Gu Nian returned to normal, and Jiang Qingli sent a message to Baili Jing.
She had assumed he would have a nurse prepare it, but the one who pushed open the door was Baili Jing himself.
And behind him followed Jiang Youchen.
Chen Mi came in last, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Miss Jiang, these are from Miss Xie Guanqi. They’ve been checked and are perfectly safe."
Jiang Qingli pointed to a vase in the corner. "Could you please put them in there for me? Thanks."
Chen Mi did as he was told.
Once inside the hospital room, Baili Jing placed Gu Nian’s portion on the coffee table, then personally began to serve Jiang Qingli’s meal.
The three dishes and a soup were all personally cooked by him. They were all Jiang Qingli’s favorites, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.
Gu Nian lifted the lid of his meal box and saw that his portion had been made by the household chef—and it was filled with dishes he hated.
The young man’s mouth twitched. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, Uncle Baili. You’re certainly the experienced one. Sister is indeed tired."
Baili Jing, who was taking out a bowl and chopsticks for Jiang Qingli, replied with a smile, "Xiao Gu, you seem to have a lot of ’internal heat’ lately. You should drink more loofah soup. It’s good for cooling you down."
Gu Nian: "..."
Jiang Qingli lowered her head, pretending not to hear.
’One of the secrets to ’balancing the waters’ was to never get involved when her Beast Husbands had a little spat.’
She kept her head down and ate, stuffing her cheeks until they bulged, creating the impression that she was very busy.
After dinner, Baili Jing cleared the bowls and chopsticks to go wash some fruit.
The feeling of being watched grew stronger for Jiang Qingli.
She glanced to the side, but Jiang Youchen wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was looking down, replying to a message on his terminal.
She stared at him for a few seconds. He seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head slightly, as if deliberately avoiding her, but he didn’t get up to leave.
Jiang Qingli suddenly spoke up, "Jiang Youchen, what’s wrong with you?"
Jiang Youchen’s movements froze.
Jiang Qingli said, "You look terrible. Are you sick?"
Chen Mi, who was pretending to arrange the flowers while actually eavesdropping, grew anxious.
’Tell her! Tell her you overused your spiritual power for her sake!’
But unfortunately, Jiang Youchen’s lips moved, and he sullenly mumbled one word: "...No."
Jiang Qingli didn’t believe him. "Come here. Let me see what’s going on."
With no one to perform healing on him now, Jiang Qingli felt a doctor’s sense of responsibility toward a patient.
Gu Nian, who was still eating his dinner, let out a cold snort.
Baili Jing, standing by the bed, looked at the young man and said in a gentle voice, "Youchen, where are you feeling unwell? We’re already at the hospital. I can go with you to get it checked out."
Jiang Youchen stood up, but before he could move, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, interrupting everyone.
Outside the door stood a young man dressed all in black. His features were cold and stern, and his pair of golden, slitted pupils were fixed tightly on the girl in the hospital bed who was still showing concern for someone else.
Ye Linyuan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Jiang Qingli, it’s Monday."
Chen Mi, arranging flowers in the corner: "..."
’There are so many people here!’
