Stolen by the First Love - Chapter 76.2

The housekeeper approached as well, carrying three little corgis in her arms.

Fan Yuyao said, “If you like them, each of you can take one home. The houses you two bought are spacious, keeping them empty would feel too cold. These pups are already trained to use the bathroom and only need walks in the morning and evening.”

Shen Lan, who adored dogs, thanked her profusely and immediately claimed the bicolored one. Meng Xia glanced at Ning Qingwan and, seeing no objection, thanked Fan Yuyao before cradling the little one who had face-planted earlier.

The corgi let out tiny yips, licking her face excitedly.

Ning Qingwan rubbed her temples, then lifted the pup by the scruff of its neck into her own arms. “You drive.”

Meng Xia: “…”

She hadn’t even held it for two minutes!

Fan Yuyao then had the housekeeper bring out the prepared dog supplies toilet pads, leashes, food, bowls, everything they’d need. Clearly, she had planned from the start to pawn these two pups off on her children.

After saying their goodbyes once more, Meng Xia and Ning Qingwan got into the car.

Returning late, the journey was smooth and unobstructed. Meng Xia hadn’t been back to Ning Qingwan’s house for the past few days as she was accompanying Xia Nianzhi, so naturally, she had no idea about the little surprise Ning Qingwan had prepared for her.

The moment she opened the door, a meow startled Meng Xia.

Ning Qingwan sighed helplessly, “Just brought it home yesterday, wanted to surprise you.” She glanced down at the squirming Corgi in her arms, “Didn’t expect to add another one today.”

“Now I suddenly have both a cat and a dog.” Meng Xia crouched down and stroked the Ragdoll’s chin. The kitten narrowed its eyes contentedly. “Is this one of Brother Chenxing’s Ragdoll’s kittens?”

“Mm.” Ning Qingwan felt a headache coming on, both little rascals seemed mischievous and clingy. “Want to name them?”

“I’m terrible at naming things.” Meng Xia petted the kitten. “You do it, sis.”

“Oh, me too.” Ning Qingwan set the Corgi down.

The kitten and the Corgi eyed each other curiously, circling one another before soon chasing each other around.

The dog yapped softly while the cat leaped about.

Ning Qingwan’s eyebrow twitched. “Let’s call them Er Gou (Second Dog) and Da Mao (Big Cat).”

“……”

Truly terrible at naming.

Ning Qingwan pointed at the Corgi, “That’s Da Mao.” Then she pointed at the Ragdoll, “This is Er Gou.”

Meng Xia: “……”

Ning Qingwan ruffled Meng Xia’s hair, “And this is Little Bunny.”

Meng Xia curled her lips and took Ning Qingwan’s hand, “And this is Big Fox.”

“……” Ning Qingwan narrowed her eyes and kissed her lips.

“The fox is going to eat the bunny.”

The second season of Fortunate to Meet You concluded.

After watching it, netizens collectively lamented that the show had left them feeling empty, none of the male and female guests had ended up together.

Netizens joked: Except the female guests paired up!

Confused netizen: Am I seeing things through a yuri lens? Why do Ning Qingwan and Meng Xia look so perfect together?! Is Ning Qingwan really…?

Anonymous reply: Watson, you’ve spotted the key detail. She’s already come out publicly. Her girlfriend is Meng Xia Xia.

Anonymous reply: [Image]

In the photo, under the sunlight in a flower-filled greenhouse, Ning Qingwan cupped Meng Xia’s face, kissing her passionately.

Those who had felt unsatisfied with the show’s pairings suddenly found solace. At least one couple had made it.

The following year, the airing date for Fortunate to Meet You Season 3 was announced.

Many were reminded of Ning Qingwan and Meng Xia. Netizens flocked to Ning Qingwan’s Weibo, only to find her long-dormant account had updated.

The attached photo showed sunlight streaming through vines on a trellis, filling the frame with warmth. On the table, an open marriage certificate lay beside two fair hands clasped together, platinum rings on their ring fingers shimmering softly yet brilliantly in the light.

On June 25th, Meng Xia married Ning Qingwan on an overseas island her birthday.

The sky was cloudless, the sea and horizon blending into one, silver sand glinting under the sunlight.

Every girl dreams of her wedding day, and Meng Xia was no exception. But when the day finally arrived, she realized her childhood fantasies about how beautiful she’d look were nowhere in her mind. From the moment she woke up, all she could think about was how Ning Qingwan would look in a wedding dress.

From afar, she spotted Ning Qingwan beneath the flower-adorned vine archway. Her heart pounded with each step closer. Even after all this time together, Ning Qingwan still took her breath away, still made her heart race.

Meng Xia walked step by step toward Ning Qingwan.

As they unveiled each other’s veils, Ning Qingwan gazed at the radiant, rose-like face before her and slowly curved her lips into a smile.

Under the solemn inquiries of the officiant, amidst the warm sea breeze, they heard each other’s voices, striking the softest part of their hearts with a powerful thud.

At that moment, Meng Xia suddenly felt that “I do” was even more touching and moving than “I love you.”

The starlight shimmering in Ning Qingwan’s eyes instantly illuminated Meng Xia’s world.

They embraced and kissed under the azure sky and vast sea, their love and tenderness melting into each other.

The sea breeze lifted the veil, tracing a graceful arc in the air, capturing the image of the perfect couple against the backdrop of the blue sea and sky in the camera.

Their wedding had already been kept low-key, but as the first openly out female celebrity in the industry, their marriage naturally drew intense media attention. Ning Qingwan refused live broadcasts, and all photos and videos from the ceremony were suppressed. Yet, news of her marriage license and wedding remained a hot topic on Weibo for two whole days.

The buzz far overshadowed her brother Ning Jingjue’s grand, century-defining wedding.

To satisfy their two mothers, Meng Xia and Ning Qingwan held another wedding ceremony in December.

Braving the snowstorm, the two shivered in their wedding dresses, retreating indoors to bundle up in down jackets as soon as filming wrapped.

Lai Xiaomeng teased that it was the shortest kiss they’d ever shared.

After the shoot, Fan Yuyao treated the entire crew who had accompanied Meng Xia and Ning Qingwan for their wedding footage to a meal.

The banquet didn’t end until nine in the evening.

After seeing off the last guest, Meng Xia glanced at the road.

“Shall we take a walk?” she asked Ning Qingwan, turning her head.

She loved strolling with Ning Qingwan those quiet, intimate moments between just the two of them always felt so comforting.

“Sure,” Ning Qingwan replied, pulling the fur-lined hood of Meng Xia’s down jacket over her head. “Are you cold? Should we go back and grab another layer?”

“I’m not cold,” Meng Xia said, adjusting Ning Qingwan’s hood before taking her hand and slipping it into her own pocket. “Isn’t my pocket warm?”

Ning Qingwan smiled softly. “Very warm.”

She moved her fingers, brushing over Meng Xia’s wedding ring before interlacing their hands tightly.

It truly was warm.

Snowflakes fluttered down, piling thickly on the bare branches along the roadside.

The sky had darkened completely, and the area was deserted, so quiet that the crunch of snow underfoot was audible. Streetlights stretched to the end of the road, their amber glow casting a faint warmth over the snow-covered ground.

They walked side by side, chatting idly. After a while, they turned back, both feeling warm enough to remove their hoods.

Meng Xia glanced at Ning Qingwan, whose dark hair was speckled with snowflakes. Her eyes shimmered with tenderness. “It feels nice just walking like this. It reminds me of a saying.”

“What is it?” Ning Qingwan turned to her, heart stirring, and stopped in her tracks.

“With frost and snow crowning our heads, we might as well have grown old together.”

No sooner had she spoken than a snow-laden branch bent under its weight, showering them with a flurry of snowflakes.

The cold snow slipped beneath their collars, making Meng Xia shiver.

They brushed the snow off each other, their eyes meeting, smiles lighting up their faces.

“Let’s head back.”

“Okay.”

On the way back, neither Meng Xia nor Ning Qingwan spoke again. Fingers intertwined, they walked side by side through the falling snowflakes, their dark hair dusted with white as they strolled through the tranquil night, as if they could walk this way until the end of time.

When they returned home and finished bathing, Meng Xia casually mentioned taking over Cheng Xu’s work while blow-drying Ning Qingwan’s hair.

After their beach wedding, they hadn’t even had time for a honeymoon. Between preparing for concerts, attending events, and filming wedding footage for their new song’s music video, every day had been as hectic as a spinning top.

Meng Xia sighed, “I thought being a celebrity assistant would be much easier.”

Ning Qingwan curled her lips slightly. “I wanted to make it easier for you, but you refused.”

“I don’t want that. It would make me seem weak.” Meng Xia turned off the hairdryer, her gaze firm as she looked at Ning Qingwan. “You’re the starlight that illuminates me. I don’t want to be a burden to you—I want to be worthy of you.”

Ning Qingwan’s eyes shimmered. She tilted her head up, her gaze deep and tender as it locked onto Meng Xia’s warm eyes. “You’re not weak at all. The light of stars comes from the sun. If I’m the starlight that shines on you, then you’re the little sun that warms me.”

For a moment, Meng Xia even felt like she was Ning Qingwan’s faith. The devotion and fervent love brimming in her eyes burned into Meng Xia’s heart, igniting a wildfire of emotions within her.

She lowered her head, pressing a kiss to Ning Qingwan’s forehead, their noses brushing lightly.

Meng Xia set the hairdryer aside, cupping Ning Qingwan’s cheeks as she deepened the kiss. Her hands gradually trailed downward, and under Ning Qingwan’s trembling breaths, she slowly knelt, her palms resting on Ning Qingwan’s knees.

Ning Qingwan swallowed hard, her fingers curling unconsciously as she watched the dark crown of Meng Xia’s head.

The small chair tipped backward with a muffled thud against the thick carpet, and the soft bed dipped under their weight.

Meng Xia fumbled for the bedside lamp switch with one hand, plunging the room into darkness. Outside, snow blanketed the world in white.

The curtains blocked out the cold and the light, sealing in the rising warmth.

Nestled in Ning Qingwan’s arms, their fingers intertwined, the rings on their fingers clinked softly.

“Jiejie,” Meng Xia murmured softly.

Ning Qingwan hummed in response.

After a brief silence, Meng Xia changed her address. “Wife…”

Her soft voice brushed against Ning Qingwan’s ear, plucking at her heartstrings.

Ning Qingwan shuddered violently.

She was her wife now.

In a daze, she suddenly recalled the first time she met Meng Xia—the girl’s flushed face as she clutched her fan merchandise, timidly asking, “Hubby, want to fall in love?”

Back then, she had thought the girl, who bore a slight resemblance to her, was audacious, dismissing the words as a ridiculous joke. Who would have thought that now, not only were they in love, but they were also married?

Ning Qingwan tightened her arms around the girl, pulling her closer.

She lifted her head to capture Meng Xia’s soft lips, sighing, “Wife, I love you.”

Meng Xia heard the husky voice, thick with restrained tears, calling out to her again and again, melting her heart.

She suddenly remembered the wish Ning Qingwan had once made.

Meng Xia whispered, “Wife, grant me a lifetime of joy.”

Ning Qingwan rolled over, sealing her sincerity with a reverent kiss.

“Okay.”

She would pour out all her love and spend her life by her side, ensuring her a lifetime of happiness.

On February 14th, Valentine’s Day, Ning Qingwan released a new music video on Weibo.

In the video, two beautiful women in wedding veils lifted each other’s veils and kissed amidst the changing seasons. Even through the screen, the tenderness in Ning Qingwan’s eyes and her tearful smile were palpable.

Fans who had followed Ning Qingwan for years witnessed their usually aloof idol’s tears, overwhelmed with emotion.

That single teardrop, suspended in her eyes, was brimming with unmistakable love.

This, perhaps, was what it meant to marry for love.

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