Mu Jiuchen followed Jiang Nuan into a romantically decorated glass room.
Inside, various flowers and succulents were grown.
Each pot was meticulously cared for by the owners, bursting with blooms. The sight was artistic and romantic.
Heart-shaped balloons floated above the glass room.
Mu Jiuchen was somewhat surprised. Honestly, if Jiang Nuan hadn't brought him here, he would never have come to such a place in his life.
"Nuan Nuan, why are we here?"
Jiang Nuan smiled mysteriously and said, "We're going to play Truth or Dare."
Mu Jiuchen: "..."
Jiang Nuan found the proprietor and requested two small mushroom-shaped glass rooms.
They went inside, facing each other, separated by only twenty centimeters.
Mu Jiuchen looked at his wife, feeling confused. "Wife, I feel like I'm in prison. It's uncomfortable!"
The space was too small. Being tall, he felt suppressed.
Jiang Nuan rolled her eyes at him. "Mu Jiuchen, how can you be so unromantic? Look around you. There are postcards and an album. Across from you and me, there are cameras that can capture our most beautiful moments. After they're taken, they'll be placed in the album provided by the owners. When we're old, we can take them out to reminisce. These are our exclusive beautiful memories."
Mu Jiuchen heard this and thought it sounded quite romantic.
He had never played such a game before.
Jiang Nuan added, "The postcards are next to you. You can write any questions you want to ask me on them, and I will answer honestly. You must also answer my questions honestly."
Mu Jiuchen suddenly found it quite interesting.
He looked into the wooden box beside him and saw many beautiful postcards.
Postcards were something that only existed in their primary school days.
Mu Jiuchen picked up a postcard with a lavender background.
He smiled tenderly at Jiang Nuan opposite him, picked up a pen, and wrote a line.
Seeing that he had finished writing, Jiang Nuan said, "Quick, quick, put it into the time machine and send it over. The time machine here automatically arranges photos, allowing us to have pictures from youth to old age."
When she had found this place online, she had particularly longed for such a scene.
Flowers were certainly romantic, but not as real as this.
While flowers were indeed romantic, she preferred this kind of romance, one that could be written down.
Mu Jiuchen didn't understand how the time machine worked.
Jiang Nuan pointed to the conveyor belt on his left and said, "Put the postcard on it, and it will be sent to me. I will answer your questions truthfully."
Mu Jiuchen did as he was told. After placing the postcard on the belt, the snapshot camera automatically took a picture of them.
Jiang Nuan received Mu Jiuchen's postcard and looked at the line of text on it, feeling a bit speechless.
[Wife, what do you like most about me?]
Jiang Nuan took out a postcard and wrote a line of beautiful, delicate script on it.
Then she placed it on the conveyor belt.
Mu Jiuchen looked eagerly at the conveyor belt.
As soon as the postcard arrived, he quickly picked it up to read it.
[You, as a person.]
"Heh heh..." Mu Jiuchen smiled with pleasure and affection, his laughter pleasant to hear.
This was so interesting!
Mu Jiuchen took out another postcard and wrote his question.
Then he sent it to Jiang Nuan.
[Wife, besides me, who else have you liked?]
Jiang Nuan: !!!
She took out a postcard and replied: [Besides you, it's still you!]
"Haha..." Mu Jiuchen laughed heartily upon receiving the answer.
Seeing his happiness, Jiang Nuan's smile grew even more beautiful.
They exchanged questions back and forth for two hours.
By the end, Mu Jiuchen's heart felt completely at ease.
He realized that Nuan Nuan had only ever loved him.
He realized that he was the first man Nuan Nuan had fallen in love with.
He realized that the things he had worried about had never happened.
He had always worried that Nuan Nuan loved Nanzhou, and that was why she had rejected Nanzhou because of their child.
It turned out that wasn't the case. Nuan Nuan had always treated Nanzhou as a friend.
The only thing his wife was unhappy about was that when they were together, the time was too long, and it was too tiring.
However, he couldn't change this aspect, but he would find a way to make her like it more.
She tolerated his shortcomings, and he loved all of her.
Jiang Nuan had only one question: [Have you had a childhood sweetheart?]
Mu Jiuchen's answer: [Yes, it's Nuan Nuan, who grew up with me.]
The best way for a couple to get along was not a fixed rule, but a happy way of interacting.
Whether Nuan Nuan was happy could be seen from the smile on her face.
Afterward, they selected many photos, each with a different smile.
Mu Jiuchen picked many photos of them looking at each other and smiling.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the proprietress happily handed the album to the couple.
The proprietress was a slightly plump middle-aged woman. Seeing the outstanding couple, she couldn't help but say, "I've been running this shop for ten years, and this is the first time I've seen such a handsome couple. Truly a match made in heaven."
Mu Jiuchen was in a good mood and said to the proprietress, "Thank you, Madam!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome. I have 'heart-locked' locks here, which can bring harmony, beauty, and lasting happiness to you as a couple."
The proprietress, with her authentic Beihai accent, took out a pair of 'heart-locked' locks from the counter. "This is for you. You have brought me good luck, and I hope you two as a couple will be harmonious and live happily ever after."
Mu Jiuchen happily accepted the 'heart-locked' locks from the proprietress. In his joy, he gave her an additional thousand yuan.
The proprietress smiled even more broadly.
The two walked hand in hand onto the beach, and Mu Jiuchen took her to the reserved hotel.
The sun was setting, and a red sun seemed to be sinking into the sea, which was incredibly beautiful.
Jiang Nuan sat by the window, watching the scenery.
Mu Jiuchen went to take a bath.
Listening to the splashing sound of water, Jiang Nuan's heart beat faster.
She sat by the window, watching the afterglow of the sunset gradually disappear below the horizon. Only then did she open her phone, open her album, and take nine photos, all of their happiest smiles, and posted them.
She captioned it: The day my husband doted on me the most.
Below were nine photos.
Meng Yuan and He Mingrun, Li Qingshuo, and Yun Xia were having dinner together.
Meng Yuan suddenly saw the nine photos Jiang Nuan had posted.
Looking at the happy and sweet smiles on their faces, Meng Yuan felt a pang of envy.
"Tsk tsk tsk, He Mingrun, I suddenly feel like you don't love me anymore."
Meng Yuan's words made He Mingrun's hand, which was picking up food, pause slightly.
A piece of fish slipped from his chopsticks.
Li Qingshuo and Yun Xia also looked at Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan's sudden remark had confused the others.
He Mingrun looked at his visibly pregnant wife, carrying twins. Her belly was much larger than that of other pregnant women.
He served her cautiously every day, fearing that this esteemed lady would suddenly become unhappy.
Pregnant women were truly emotional. One moment they were happy, and the next they could be in tears.
He truly understood what it meant to say that women were difficult to please.
But she was his wife, so he could only be tolerant and love her even more.
He Mingrun suddenly felt wronged. "Wife, in what way do I not love you?"