Did My Wife Break Up With Me Today? - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Extra 3 — Island Honeymoon: “Fifty years from now, you still have to accompany me to watch the sea.”

Chen Kongqing was already dazed, but the sting on his earlobe sharpened his focus. His muddled brain was jolted awake by the sensation of sharp teeth grazing and nipping at the soft skin behind his ear.

His legs gave way, and he began to slide toward the floor. In the next instant, he was hoisted up by his waist, his entire weight sinking into Xu Jingmo’s solid, muscular arm.

“Did you hear me?” Xu Jingmo didn’t soften; his low voice continued to press for an answer.

The soft flesh of Kongqing’s stomach trembled as he nodded vaguely. It took his slow consciousness a moment to realize that Xu Jingmo was still jealous over those casual remarks he’d made about Dr. Zhou earlier.

He thought that by surrendering, Xu Jingmo would show mercy. And he did—sort of. He stopped making him stand in front of the mirror and carried him to the bed, even thoughtfully propping his waist up with a pillow.

But that lace waistband remained tied around his hips. That part was fine—just a bit itchy. The bell around his neck, however… Every time he was moved, the bell chimed in a rustling rhythm. When the movements were slow, the chime accompanied soft, airy whimpers; when the pace quickened, the bells rang frantically alongside his ragged gasps.

Irritated that being “soft” wasn’t working, Chen Kongqing vengefully bit Xu Jingmo a few times, calling him a “petty miser.” Xu Jingmo didn’t mind at all—in fact, the more Kongqing scolded him, the more energetic he became.

…

The sound of the bells lasted almost until dawn, and the lace waistband had long since been worn to tatters. Chen Kongqing slept and slept. Even when he woke mid-day with sunlight streaming across his face, he immediately squeezed his eyes shut again, throwing a silent tantrum.

Xu Jingmo held him, stroking the crown of his head before quietly closing the blackout curtains. After that, Kongqing’s memory went blank again. It was a ridiculously long sleep.

He was eventually “forced to reboot.” Xu Jingmo rubbed his face, gently calling him to wake up and eat.

Chen Kongqing realized that Xu Jingmo had a dual nature. In bed, he was like a mutated being—relentless, ignoring every plea and surrender. He might kiss him, but he would never stop. Yet outside of bed, he spoiled and indulged Kongqing in every way.

Still, Kongqing couldn’t forgive him. He was supposed to be at the beach! He shouldn’t have slept the whole day away. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, so he kept his eyes shut and ignored the man.

“Get up and eat something, Xiaoman,” Xu Jingmo said, knowing the rabbit was faking it.

“You’re too loud…” Chen Kongqing finally spoke. The moment he opened his mouth, he was startled. His voice was incredibly raspy—worse than ever before. It felt like his throat was on fire.

“Thirsty? Drink some water.” Xu Jingmo handed him a glass of warm water. “Sit up a bit, baby.”

Kongqing reluctantly opened his eyes and leaned against the headboard. He gulped down the entire glass.

“Starving? It’s almost dinner time,” Xu Jingmo said. “Eat a bit, or your stomach will hurt.”

“It already hurts!” Kongqing snapped. “Why didn’t you care when I said it hurt yesterday?”

“Baby,” Xu Jingmo leaned in, whispering against his cheek, “that wasn’t ‘hurt.’ That was you being… overfilled and uncomfortable.”

Kongqing glared at him and turned his face away.

“It’s my fault, all my fault.” The satiated man was now perfectly submissive. “Eat something, and I’ll take you to the night market by the sea. It’s beautiful. Tomorrow we’ll do water sports, okay?”

Kongqing softened slightly. “You said it. Tomorrow I’m doing lots of activities. You can’t… pester me again.”

…

The island evening was stunning, with a sunset of pale pink. They headed to the beach, where the clear water caught the light of the dusk, turning into a shimmering pink ocean.

Chen Kongqing kicked off his flip-flops and stepped onto the warm, fine white sand. The waves washed over his calves in a rhythmic pulse. Xu Jingmo followed beside him, carrying his shoes.

“Go buy me a coconut,” Kongqing commanded.

“Yes, sir.” Xu Jingmo headed to a nearby shop.

Kongqing crouched down, letting the seawater slip through his fingers. As he was drying his legs with a tissue, a voice drifted over: “Chen Kongqing?”

He looked up. A man in surfing gear, tanned dark like a local, stood before him. The face was familiar.

“Don’t recognize me?” The man smiled, pushing back his wet hair. “Gu Chengjing.”

The name felt distant. It took Kongqing a moment to remember. The Gu Chengjing in his memory was much fairer and more delicate. He would never have recognized him if he hadn’t introduced himself.

“Traveling alone?” Gu Chengjing asked.

“No,” Kongqing said clearly. “I’m on my honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” Gu Chengjing looked shocked. A strange expression crossed his face. “So… it’s all the same, then.”

“What do you mean?”

“Liking someone is one thing, but marriage is another, right?” Gu Chengjing smiled, but his eyes were dark. “He Yunxiao got married too, to a girl his family introduced.”

Gu Chengjing exhaled, fiddling with his sunglasses. “After his leg was injured, I took care of him. I knew I couldn’t fill the hole in his heart, but I thought if I stayed, he wouldn’t leave. Maybe I was just being stubborn, trying to ‘win’ against you. But his family found out about us… they never would have agreed. He has a massive family, a grandfather who rules everything. So he broke up with me and married who they chose. I ran away to this island.”

Gu Chengjing seemed to have no one else to talk to, so he poured his heart out to his old “rival.” “Or maybe… he just didn’t love me anymore, so marrying and having kids didn’t matter to him?”

Kongqing pursed his lips. He wasn’t a saint. He didn’t offer comfort. “I couldn’t do that,” he said honestly. “Liking one person and marrying another. If He Yunxiao couldn’t do it, it’s not because it was impossible—it’s because he didn’t fight for it. I’m telling you this not to be cruel, but so you can move on.”

Suddenly, a hand rested on Kongqing’s waist. Xu Jingmo held up a large coconut. “The nearby shop was sold out; I had to go further up the shore.”

Gu Chengjing froze. Xu Jingmo pulled Kongqing closer, his eyes flashing a sharp, possessive warning at the stranger.

“And this is?” Xu Jingmo asked, his tone calm but cold.

Gu Chengjing was too stunned to care about the tone. “Xu… Xu Jingmo?”

“This is Gu Chengjing,” Kongqing explained after a sip of coconut water. “I don’t know if you remember him.”

Xu Jingmo took a second to place the name. Gu Chengjing looked at them, bewildered. “You… you’re on your honeymoon?”

Kongqing hugged Xu Jingmo’s waist. “Yes, I’m on my honeymoon with my husband.”

“You… got married?”

“Yes, we are married,” Xu Jingmo answered for him. “Is there a problem?”

Gu Chengjing blinked, a bitter smile on his face. “No… no problem.”

“We’re going to eat now,” Kongqing said, looking at Xu Jingmo. “I’m hungry.”

As they walked away, Kongqing asked, “He Yunxiao got married? Why didn’t you mention it?”

“Why would I tell you about his marriage? I’m not letting you two meet,” Xu Jingmo muttered.

“You’re such a vinegar king,” Kongqing teased.

…

They walked under the moonlight. “Did your family agree easily?” Kongqing asked, touching the jade pendant on his neck. “Did you have to work hard behind the scenes?”

Over the last two years, he had become close with Xu’s parents. Even his relationship with the stern grandfather, Xu Qingyang, was decent.

Xu Jingmo squeezed his hand. “I didn’t do anything ‘secretly.’ I just told them I would only be with you. If they didn’t allow it, I would choose you over them. I just showed them my resolve.”

Kongqing looked into his eyes. “And if they really didn’t agree, would you really…”

“I would… just like you did,” Xu Jingmo said.

Kongqing realized he was right. When his own mother, Su Jingjing, had disapproved, he had stood firmly by Xu Jingmo. It was that steadfastness that eventually changed her mind.

They stopped at the water’s edge. The warm streetlights stretched their shadows long—as if they were meant to last a lifetime. Kongqing buried his face in Xu Jingmo’s chest, listening to the steady thump-thump of his heart.

“Xu Jingmo.” “Mhm?” “Fifty years from now, you still have to accompany me to watch the sea.”

“In fifty years, my teeth will all be gone,” Xu Jingmo teased.

“I’ll have cataracts too, probably,” Xu added.

Kongqing huffed, “Then I’ll have someone else take me.”

Xu Jingmo pinned him in his arms. “Don’t even think about it. Because fifty years from now, I’ll still love you.”

“What a coincidence,” Kongqing whispered. “I’ll probably still love you too—even with cataracts.”

They both laughed.

“Two blind men watching the sea?” “Isn’t that romantic?” “Very romantic.”