After Encountering My Deceased Wife, I Became the Male Lead's Love Rival - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: End of the First World

After showering in cold water for about ten minutes, Fang Ziyue finally managed to stop her nosebleed.

Working late into the night for the past few days, her little assistant fearing she might drop dead from overwork had ordered a lot of “nourishing” dishes for her. This time, the “excessive internal heat” leading to a nosebleed really wasn’t her fault.

But her wife didn’t know that.

Fang Ziyue looked at the little “bun” huddled in a ball under the quilt, ruffling her own hair, unsure of where to start.

Huddled under the covers, Ling Qiu nervously clenched her fluffy paw-gloves, her heart racing so fast it felt like it would jump out of her chest. But she waited and waited, and yet Fang Ziyue didn’t enter the quilt.

In fact, the woman embarrassed by her previous nosebleed had scratched her head and secretly slipped away. Her image of being steady and reliable had been completely washed away by that nosebleed!

Ling Qiu lifted a corner of the quilt and saw through the gap that the room was empty. She instantly bounced up from the bed. She had finally gathered her courage to be bold once! And yet! This blockhead!

The meal Ling Qiu made yesterday hadn’t spoiled, and Fang Ziyue couldn’t bear to throw it away, so she decided to reheat it and eat. As for her wife, she would call her once the food was ready.

Fang Ziyue had just tied on her apron in the kitchen when the door was pushed open with a “bang,” startling her. Her wife was draped in a bedsheet, looking inexplicably comical.

Fang Ziyue hesitantly pointed at the sheet. “Cosplay?” Is she cosplaying a ghost? But today isn’t Halloween…

Hearing this, Ling Qiu lunged at her, baring her claws, wishing she could strangle this blockhead!

“Cosplay your head! Feel it yourself!”

Ling Qiu “generously” grabbed Fang Ziyue’s hand and thrust it under the bedsheet. In broad daylight, she was too shy to run around the house in that outfit. But this blockhead wasn’t doing anything, and she wasn’t willing to let it slide.

“Paper tiger. As soon as it comes to the real thing, you fail,” Ling Qiu provoked, unfraid of death.

Fang Ziyue felt the smooth skin under the sheet, the fluffy cat tail, and the warm touch. A wet liquid trickled down her nose and hit the floor with a “patter.”

“!” Ling Qiu’s cat-eyes widened as she quickly pulled out a tissue to cover it.

“Why is your nose bleeding again?” The first time it happened, Ling Qiu could call her a stinky hooligan, but having two nosebleeds in one morning made her worry.

She told Fang Ziyue to hold her nose and go wash up while she picked up the phone to call Chen Yueyu. Chen Yueyu had a medical license and had accompanied Fang Ziyue abroad; asking her was the most appropriate move.

“My god, you two finally remembered to call me?” Chen Yueyu complained the moment she picked up. “I called you eight hundred times this morning and no one answered. I was about to call the police.”

The wedding venue was already set up, and everything else was ready, just waiting for the couple to arrive. Fang Ziyue’s original plan was to rest at home for one night and set off the next day. She had been so passionate while making the rings abroad that she wanted to fly back immediately to marry her wife.

But after returning home, she suddenly wanted to wait another two days. Last night she hadn’t had the chance to look at her wife properly; seeing her this morning, she realized her wife’s state wasn’t much better than her own. It just goes to show how much missing someone during long distances can wear a person down.

“Doctor Chen, is there something urgent? If it’s not an emergency, could you check on Ziyue first?” Ling Qiu shared Fang Ziyue’s condition with Chen Yueyu in a worried tone.

After hearing it, Chen Yueyu gloated: “She just slept too restlessly, plus she ate a lot of overly nourishing things abroad. Her body is fine. But… hmph, as for whether her ‘face’ is fine, that’s hard to say.”

Having lost face in front of her wife repeatedly, even the “Old Dog Fang” probably couldn’t hold her head up.

Ling Qiu felt relieved. Only then did she find the focus to ask: “Is there something wrong, Doctor Chen?”

“Yes, a big thing. But didn’t Fang Ziyue tell you?” Chen Yueyu rubbed her chin. What was with this old dog? Was she going to stand up her own wedding?

Ling Qiu was a bit dazed after asking. Fang Ziyue hadn’t told her anything.

“What’s wrong?” Just then, Fang Ziyue came out after stopping the nosebleed. Her apron had blood on it, leaving her with no appetite at all. As soon as she came out, she heard her wife’s confused response. She frowned and stepped forward to ruffle her wife’s hair.

“What are you chatting about?” While she was washing off the blood, the sound of the water had drowned out Chen Ermao’s voice, and she didn’t know what she was howling about.

“Talking about you, the Pigeon Spirit (procrastinator),” Chen Yueyu snorted. This old dog! They had agreed to set off at six this morning, yet there was still no movement. The tickets the little assistant booked had gone to waste; this woman must have money to burn.

“I told you to stay home for two more days and rest before coming over, but you insisted on being so rushed.” Chen Yueyu shook her head. Luckily, they had kept their wits about them and didn’t listen to Fang Ziyue completely. You can’t listen to a woman whose head is heated with the sole desire to get married.

“Let’s wait one more day. We’ll head over in a day,” Fang Ziyue responded.

Ling Qiu was still dizzy, not knowing what riddles they were playing. Instead, after hanging up the phone, Fang Ziyue—like a magician—pulled out a dew-covered rose from somewhere. In the center of the petals sat a diamond ring. She knelt on one knee.

Like a knight, she issued an invitation for a lifetime of companionship to her beloved princess.

“Ling Qiu, will you marry me?”

The tall woman’s beautiful face was stiff with tension. A knight still wearing an apron confessing to a cat-princess was quite a mood-killer. But it made Ling Qiu cover her mouth in surprise; she hadn’t expected a proposal to come. Truly… she had already prepared herself to be the one to propose. After all, this person was a blockhead. Who would have thought.

Ling Qiu couldn’t help but kiss the corner of Fang Ziyue’s lips and embrace her, merging their warmth together, inseparable…

In the end, that cat outfit was put to “proper use.” Ling Qiu was carried to the car by Fang Ziyue. She slept all the way to the wedding. When she opened her eyes again, she saw flowers everywhere and someone in a wedding dress walking toward her step by step.

Their wedding invited their close friends, and Fang Ziyue being particularly mischievous even started a live stream, letting everyone who coveted Ling Qiu watch as the treasure they thought of day and night fell into her arms.

The lost Pison River has finally returned to its paradise. If she’s a witch, then I think she’s a match for Z. The friend above is right; the ruby in the Pison River has finally fallen into the hands of jewelry designer Z. They are a match made in heaven.] [It is the arrangement of fate.

Of course, the people watching the stream weren’t just fans of Ling Qiu, but also a group of Fang Ziyue’s fangirls and fanboys. They wailed that their dream girl was actually with another woman, shouting, “Do all the pretty sisters settle things internally these days?!” No, they couldn’t accept it!

Blessings, they really suit each other.

After the previous variety show, Ling Qiu gradually released many daily recordings of herself and Fang Ziyue. Some were recorded by her secretly, and some were filmed by Fang Ziyue on the sly. They were like each other’s “Wow” candy machines, always having countless surprises and sweetness to give.

On the red carpet covered in petals, Fang Ziyue picked up a sparkling crown and placed it on Ling Qiu’s head. She took her slender, soft hand and slowly slid a ring onto Ling Qiu’s fingertip.

“So, are you willing to stay with me for a lifetime, through hardship and struggle, never to leave or forsake me?” The tall, steady woman tightened her grip, her gaze burning as she looked at the beautiful person before her.

At twenty-seven, Ling Qiu, having been a princess for once, squeezed Fang Ziyue’s hand back and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her bride.

“I do.”

I am willing to stay with you from birth to death, to walk with you through hardships, to experience storms with you. I promise this life, the next life, and every life hereafter to you. Disease and disaster can take our lives and our warmth, but they cannot take the contract we have settled with each other in our destiny.

The moment she kissed Fang Ziyue, a scene appeared in Ling Qiu’s mind. She was sitting on a hospital bed, forget-me-nots scattered at her bedside and on her quilt. A young, youthful woman had encircled her with a simple ring. She had snatched her back from the chaotic disorder of illness.

After the wedding, Fang Ziyue’s eyes were crinkled with laughter. She pushed Chen Ermao out to handle things while she ran off with Ling Qiu.

“The forest, the beach, or an island?” Fang Ziyue held her princess and spun around happily. “Ling Qiu-qiu, where do you want to go?”

Ling Qiu, in her white wedding dress, was spun around in her arms, catching the petals on the ground. She circled Fang Ziyue’s neck, leaning on her peacefully, accepting all her joy and wishes.

“Wherever you go, I go.”

She wasn’t someone who liked traveling for the scenery, but she liked going to places where this person was. In Ling Qiu’s heart, Fang Ziyue herself was the most beautiful sight.

“Then let’s go to the seaside!” Fang Ziyue still remembered the first time she and Ling Qiu went to the beach in reality.

That woman who was always vigorous, resolute, and stern in the company rolled up her trouser legs, her fair, slender ankles flickering in the waves. She stepped on the soft sand as if stepping on Fang Ziyue’s heart, walking toward her step by step from the evening glow. A light blue conch fell into her palm.

Fang Ziyue heard Ling Qiu’s soft promise: “I heard that if you call your lover’s name into a conch, she will appear.”

The gentle, slender woman reached out to touch Fang Ziyue’s cheek and said, “Can you let me be the person you call for?”

Changing out of the white wedding dress and stepping onto the white waves, Fang Ziyue gripped the conch in her hand and softly called out, “Ling Qiu.”

Perhaps the wind carried the sound to the person watching the sea. Looking into the distance, Ling Qiu suddenly turned her head, asking with a smile in the golden twilight: “What is it?”

The sea breeze blurred her vision with moisture. Fang Ziyue gripped the conch, opened her arms in Ling Qiu’s tender gaze, and laughed softly: “Ling Qiu-qiu, come, give me a hug.”

Hearing this, Ling Qiu stepped through the fine sand into her arms, indulging this person’s sudden whim for a hug. A seagull landed on a rock, tilting its head to look at the hugging pair. The white clouds scattered into soft clumps, like heart-shaped patterns, carrying a sweet softness that mirrored the sweetness rising in Fang Ziyue’s heart.

No matter how long passes, no matter which world it is, I will always embrace you.

Embrace my lost treasure.

(End)

#Attentive Housekeeper x Disabled Family Head

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