Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 678: Epilogue 31: Nian Nian Never Forget, Surely There Will Be Reverb [Main Text End]
Shi Nian rushed back to her room in one breath, that unusual heartbeat still lingered, she shook her head vigorously, walked into the dressing room, clumsily took off her coat and scarf, and looked angrily at her inexplicably blushing face in the mirror, silently rebuking herself for this inexplicable fluttering.
Today is her wedding with Xiang Yuan, she is Xiang Yuan’s bride, how could she suddenly have such a weird heartbeat because of a stranger’s touch?
More absurd, she didn’t even see the man’s face, only a pair of leather shoes.
Ha, could it be said that fundamentally, what made her blush and heartbeat was not a person, but a pair of shoes?
Men have foot fetishes, could it be that she has a shoe fetish?
Her mind was dizzy and messy, self-reproach and unease made her feel more that refusing Xiang Yuan’s normal kiss before was too unreasonable.
Or rather, not just this time, but many times before.
In normal male-female interactions, kissing is supposed to be the most normal expression of affection, yet whenever Xiang Yuan approached, she would inexplicably dodge nervously.
Always felt, something was not quite right.
It was the breath, at least the lingering breath between them, as if it was different from what she imagined and expected.
Fortunately, Xiang Yuan never held it against her.
She didn’t know herself, Xiang Yuan thought she was still unable to forget being "harmed" by "kidnappers" in the bunker, so he pitied her.
She thought that all the inexplicable things from before should end today, at the wedding.
Girls always have to live in reality, they can’t impose the inexplicably existing, imaginary images in their minds on the real people around them, that’s a sign of immaturity, and unfair to Xiang Yuan.
So she took a deep breath, calmed herself down. Then she looked into the mirror at herself, word by word, said: "Remember, from today, you are A Yuan’s wife. You have to love him well."
After she finished speaking, she heard a gentle laughter coming from outside the curtain.
She was greatly embarrassed, turned around and saw that Xiang Yuan had quietly followed her, listening to her vows outside the curtain.
Xiang Yuan was already intoxicated, stepped forward to hold her cheek.
She warned herself that this time she absolutely must not refuse, so she smiled hard, and welcomed his lips.
Days of yearning made Xiang Yuan involuntarily moved, their kiss grew hotter, Shi Nian also inexplicably couldn’t forget that lingering feeling of electric current on her body, finally acceding to Xiang Yuan’s demands...
They didn’t know, at this moment another person quietly entered from outside the door. Dressed in a crisp police uniform, but with a face tanned and thin from the sun. He had originally approached with a mischievous smile, intending to tease, but upon hearing the intimate sounds coming from the dressing room, he stood thunderstruck on the spot, then sadly closed his eyes, turned away in despair...
Yes, the man supporting Shi Nian in the hall was Tang Yanqing.
At that time, he had just ended several months of Devil training at the police academy, returned with the pain and determination of being reborn from the ashes, coaxed by Shen Wan to attend a joyous event, wanting him to smile... but he heard her voice.
It was his young girl, the voice that brought him joy and strength countless times in the darkness, etched into his heart.
But he never thought, Shi Haoran would die in the trap he designed, it was as if he personally tore apart her family, tore apart everything she once had.
So... he couldn’t face her, he could only loathe and abandon himself, turn and flee.
Then fully immersed himself in work, striving to make himself too busy to care about "Xiang Yuan’s wife".
But ultimately, there would always be times when he inexplicably couldn’t control his heart. Like in the dead of night, driving a police car past hers and Xiang Yuan’s home, telling himself it was the police station’s designated patrol route, not him wanting to pass by... yet when the car slid past her door, he still couldn’t control his head from turning, foolishly looking at that window.
Just hoping, she would appear at the window by chance, even for a second, could let him take a look at her.
To see her, good or bad.
Until her and Xiang Yuan’s first wedding anniversary, Xiang Yuan wanted to celebrate her birthday together, posted invitations to close friends and family, he finally mustered the courage to formally appear before her.
To say formally appear, he was still the last to arrive, so he could only watch from afar across the crowd, seeing her shyly smile next to Xiang Yuan.
Until she, as the protagonist, shyly went to toast and thank the guests one by one, she finally walked to his side again.
But it was so unfortunate, just as she reached him, she accidentally stepped on her hem, before she could see his eyebrows clearly, she fell before him.
He hurriedly caught her, only dared to ask blankly: "One year married, are you happy?"
She scrambled to straighten her dress, nodded assuredly with a blushing face: "Happy."
He could only in that moment, once again turn around, leave alone.
Because of the grave mistake he once made, as long as she is happy, he has no right to try and hold her hand again.
He could only watch her smile from afar, at a distance, guarding the peace and happiness she painstakingly regained after the turmoil.
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Past events make people sigh, Tang Yanqing sighed, looked up at the mirror.
Shi Nian wore a bright red traditional Chinese wedding dress, her head adorned with shimmering gold ornaments swaying gracefully.
She was also looking at him through the mirror.
He smiled, got up, and walked towards her, embracing her in his arms.
Finally, today, she was no longer someone else’s bride, no longer someone he could only watch from afar.
Today, she was his bride, Tang Yanqing’s bride.
The long-delayed and only bride.
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After all, still being a media person, Shi Nian could not refuse the interviews from her peers at this wedding.
Fortunately, after experiencing so much, even at the wedding, she was no longer flustered and confused but truly enjoyed the wedding.
Her own reporters naturally asked gentle and positive questions, but the ones from "Black Curtain" would certainly be filled with thorns. As expected, Little Niu came up and asked, "The Tang Family is called the first Chinese family, with vast wealth and influence. Surely the betrothal gift for you must be substantial. Could you give us a hint, did it amount to billions?"
Shi Nian smiled and recalled how that day Old Sir Tang had dismissed Tang Yanqing and the other juniors, took her hand alone, and led her to the storeroom.
Old Sir Tang fiddled around, moving out more than a dozen blue and white jars. He lined them up in front of her and opened each lid one by one.
She had once curiously wondered what was inside, could it really be gold, silver, jade, and pearls?
But upon approaching and looking, she laughed: it was actually more than a dozen jars of old mandarin peel!
Old Sir Tang’s face remained stern: "Six years ago, our family’s little Demon King went back to China once, and upon returning, he seemed possessed, neither crying nor laughing. No matter what methods were used to coax him, nothing worked. He inexplicably insisted on moving my more than a dozen jars of old mandarin peel from the storeroom."
Shi Nian was stunned upon hearing this, but then couldn’t help but laugh.
She laughed and laughed, yet tears still slipped down her cheeks.
Old Sir Tang continued with a stern face: "Although these mandarin peels have been appraised by someone, claiming they’re worth twenty million Hong Kong dollars, I never sold them. Firstly, if they are truly worth that much money, I feel someone is deliberately inflating the price, and I cannot condone such an unhealthy trend; secondly, these more than a dozen jars of old mandarin peel have been made since the year our Tang Family’s ancestor assumed the position of the head of state."
"Our ancestor was constantly busy, and his fiery nature caused phlegm, so he always needed this for cooking and tea. Thus, at that time, the old house and the ancestor both bore this fragrance. Later, when the family faced adversity and we fled from China, we couldn’t take gold and silver, only these more than a dozen jars of mandarin peel."
"Wandering in a foreign land, every time we smelled the scent of this old mandarin peel, it was as if we could smell the fragrance from the old house and see the appearance and smiles of the ancestor, so these mandarin peels themselves may not be worth much but are truly our Tang Family’s most precious family heirloom."
The elderly man sighed here, "But our family’s little Demon King insisted on stealing them. Child, do you know who he stole this family heirloom for?"
Shi Nian tried hard to smile, but couldn’t control her tears, which kept streaming down uncontrollably.
The old man sighed, "Back then I didn’t know what he wanted, and no matter how I asked, he wouldn’t say. I couldn’t bear to give them to him. But today, I feel it’s time, so I’ll hand them all over to you."
After saying that, the old man patted Shi Nian’s shoulder, smiled, and went out. Tang Yanqing, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, quickly slipped in.
But Shi Nian couldn’t wipe away her tears and pushed him, saying, "These are the Tang Family’s heirlooms, I dare not accept them."
Tang Yanqing made a funny face at her, "Just because of that nonsense about twenty million Hong Kong dollars? Then you don’t know what’s truly valuable."
Shi Nian heard something unusual and quickly asked, "Is there another secret?"
Tang Yanqing laughed, holding up those blue and white porcelain jars, "Back then, political enemies sent soldiers with guns to watch our family, forbidding us to take gold and silver, only these more than a dozen jars of mandarin peel... But those soldiers didn’t understand, the true value lay in these blue and white porcelain jars. Any one of them is Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain, and the market price of just one far exceeds the mandarin peel’s 20 million."
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When winter arrived that year, news came from Cijiang that Elder Huangfu had passed away.
Shi Nian personally took Jieyou and flew over to say goodbye.
In the end, she buried a piece of paper beside the elder.
In the misty fog, she softly said, "Sir, this is what you wrote in my palm through the window ventilation when you entrusted me. I couldn’t make it out at the time, so I missed it. I know your last wish in this life might be to return here, so I will bury this note for you in Cijiang, next to the elder."
"Sir, everything has ended, please rest in peace, and make sure to have a sweet dream."
Time flies far away, flames blaze.
Back then, he wrote on her palm: "Huangfu Huazhang."
And also wrote: "Unforgettable, must have reverb."
Later, when they met again, she remembered the latter sentence but could not make out the first sentence.
In the distant mountains and forests, the white mist gathered and dispersed, as if someone was watching over from afar.
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