diskusbooks Chapter 130: The Past and the Future Are Both Gone to Her
Chapter 130: The Past and the Future Are Both Gone to Her
Everything that happened tonight was the most amazing and heartfelt gift she had ever received in her life.
Wen Yu did not answer immediately, but reached into an inconspicuous small storage compartment in the corner of the tent and took out a dark blue velvet square box.
The box wasn't big, but it exuded a solemn sense of ceremony.
Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Wen Yu placed the box in her palm without opening it, looking intently at her. "Baby, open it and take a look."
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she held her breath and slowly lifted the lid of the box.
The expected ring did not appear.
Two keys lay quietly on a black velvet cushion.
One of them was black, and the style looked somewhat familiar, which stirred something within her.
The other key is made of brass and has a simple and elegant design.
A small but perfectly cut aquamarine was set at the end, its luster shimmering quietly in the dim light inside the tent.
"This is……?"
Su Qingyao raised her confused eyes and looked at him.
Wen Yu held her hand, his fingertips gently stroking her palm, a helpless smile curving his lips.
"Baby, you don't even recognize your old house key anymore?"
Su Qingyao froze, her gaze returning to the black key.
An unbelievable thought exploded in her mind, making her ears ring.
"You...you mean," her voice tightened, trembling with disbelief, "the Su family's...villa?"
Wen Yu nodded, his voice low, "Yes."
"The family you grew up in suffered an accident and you ended up living away from home. Now..."
He held her hand tightly, enveloping the key and her fingertips in his warm palm. "It's time to return it to its rightful owner."
Su Qingyao froze on the spot after hearing those words.
The sea breeze was still blowing, and the sound of the waves outside the tent was still rhythmic, but she couldn't hear anything anymore.
All she could hear was the increasingly loud and rapid pounding of her own heart, pounding against her chest and making her fingertips go numb.
She lowered her head and stared intently at the black key.
Memories surged forth in a torrent.
The heavy, imposing carved gate; the roses planted by her mother under the porch; the sun-drenched French windows in the living room; the sound of her footsteps running up and down the spiral staircase; and her own bedroom, which was filled to the brim...
Those scenes that had long been sealed away and thought could never be returned to are now clear and vivid.
Tears fell straight down, large drops falling onto the velvet box, spreading into dark dots.
"you……"
She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only make breathy sounds.
She wanted to ask "How did you do it?", "When?", and "What price did you pay?"
But a thousand words stuck in his throat, ultimately turning into broken sobs and even more torrential tears.
"Wenyu..."
After a long while, she finally found her voice, terribly hoarse and filled with heavy sobs, "Are you stupid...?"
"I'm not stupid." He wiped away her tears, his voice steady and firm.
"My baby deserves the best of everything in the world."
"All the formalities have been completed, and everything is clean and tidy with no future problems. As for the furnishings inside... I've tried my best to restore them according to the old photos and your memories. They may not be exactly the same, but you can slowly bring them back to how you envision them."
After saying that, he picked up another key. "Look at this, this is our home by the sea."
"Not far from here is a small house by the sea, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean, a music room you've been looking for, a small courtyard where you can grow flowers, and more..."
He paused, his gaze intense, "A bedroom that belongs to just the two of us."
He stared into her still-crying eyes and continued, "Your name is on the property deed."
"Baby, this is my second birthday gift to you, and it's also a beginning."
"The beginning of a stable home that belongs only to the two of us. From now on, no matter what happens, this will always be your safe haven and your retreat."
Su Qingyao was completely speechless.
The key pressed heavily in my palm, its coolness quickly warmed by his body temperature and my own.
She looked down at the black key clutched tightly in her left hand, then at the brass key in the box in her right hand.
One, connecting her to her inescapable past and roots.
One, carrying the future and haven he promised her.
For her, words like "house" and "home" once meant loss and displacement.
And at this moment, he returned "home" to her in this way, making up for her past and promising her a future.
He carefully and solemnly placed both the past and the future in her palm.
How fortunate she was to have met Wen Yu.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time, she didn't let them fall.
She blinked hard, suppressing the overwhelming bitterness, and looked up at Wen Yu, flashing a bright, tearful smile.
"Wenyu".
She called his name softly, each word filled with certainty and happiness.
"I love you."
This was the first time she had said those three words to him so clearly and without reservation.
Wen Yu's gaze suddenly deepened, like a dark sea that had been ignited.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he didn't respond immediately. He just stared at her deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance at this moment, along with this confession, into the deepest part of his soul.
Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
With utmost tenderness and devotion, it carries a carefully cherished feeling and an overwhelming, indescribable emotion.
He carefully traced the shape of her lips, sucking them gently, as if tasting the most precious honey in the world, or as if exchanging a silent vow.
After a long while, he stepped back slightly, his breathing heavy, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice terribly hoarse.
"I love you, Su Qingyao, I love you so much."
He called her by her full name, with a solemn declaration, "There's much more than you can imagine."
He held her tightly, saying, "You're mine for life, and you can never escape me."
He whispered in her ear, with a smile and an undeniable possessiveness.
"I am yours too."
"May you enjoy happiness and peace year after year" is not just a phrase on fireworks, but a lifelong promise I make to you, to us.
Su Qingyao hugged him back and nodded vigorously.
After a long while, Su Qingyao looked up at him, "Wen Yu."
Her voice was still a little hoarse, but every word was clear: "Take me home."