We are married!
A year after she graduated, I finally won her back.
Watching the young girl walk towards me, my eyes welled up.
When I heard her say "I do," I was so choked up I couldn't speak.
We exchanged rings, I kissed my little girl, and watched her shyly hide in my arms.
Our honeymoon was a global trip, visiting every place she wanted to go.
My little girl loved to eat, so I honed my cooking skills. Every time I saw her eat with gusto, I felt content.
Married life was exceptionally sweet. We never argued, because I couldn't bear to see her sad or angry. I just wanted my little girl to be happy forever.
No matter how busy work got, I would come home to cook and eat with her. Even if I had evening commitments, I would finish dinner with her first before leaving.
Every morning before I went to work, she would give me a good morning kiss and then help me adjust my tie.
In reality, she didn't know how to tie a tie at all. Each time, she would only mess up the one I had already tied.
But what did that matter? I went to work like this every day, yet my assistant actually said it looked a bit messy.
What did he know? He was a single guy, he didn't have a wife.
In the second year of our marriage, my little girl became pregnant.
When I received this news, my hands were so nervous I didn't know where to put them. I consulted many doctors and was extremely careful every day.
I started waking up startled every night, afraid something might happen to her. I also began to feel nauseous and lose my appetite.
The doctor said I had sympathetic pregnancy syndrome. Qiu Xing and the others teased me, saying I loved my wife too much.
Hearing this, my heart swelled with joy. I wished the whole world knew how much I loved my little girl.
Ten months later, she gave birth to a little princess.
Holding our daughter, so tiny, my hands were fumbling. She lay half-reclined on the hospital bed, smiling as she watched me and our daughter.
I held her with concern, not wanting her to suffer anymore. So, I got a vasectomy. The matter of continuing the family line was for Ye Mingming. My younger brother was useful at this time.
Our daughter grew day by day, and we slowly grew old together.
Putting company matters aside, we embarked on another global journey.
This time, compared to our honeymoon, we could leisurely enjoy life.
We climbed the highest mountains, saw the most beautiful scenery, and I gifted her a sea of flowers. In a small cabin in the middle of the flower sea, we lived for a month.
But gradually, her health began to decline.
We returned to the capital, as it had the world's most excellent doctors and the most advanced equipment.
However, her body grew weaker day by day, and she spent most of her time asleep.
One day, she woke up as if completely healed. She held my hand and the hand of our daughter and spoke at length.
I knew she was leaving.
As expected, that evening, my little girl left me forever.
I did not shed tears. I quietly handled her funeral and then returned to the company.
They said Director Ye had become a workaholic again.
I spent ten years accumulating enough wealth for our daughter to last her a lifetime, and then I handed her over to her husband.
Everything was done.
My health rapidly deteriorated, so much so that the doctors couldn't pinpoint a cause.
My body failed so quickly that the doctors couldn't save me.
One day, I saw her again, wearing a blue dress and smiling at me. She said, "Hello, my name is Shen Jianxi."
I reached out my hand to her. "You've finally come to pick me up."
I am going to leave with my little girl now.
*
Tears streamed down my face as I woke up.
Bottles of alcohol surrounded me.
No wedding. No daughter.
Only her corpse.
It was all just a dream.
Thinking of what the police had said, I covered my face and burst into laughter. As I laughed, tears overflowed from between my fingers.
There were no fatal injuries, she died of sudden cardiac arrest.
Recalling the feeling of not being able to grasp her at that moment, I knew it was all foretold.
No one could have her.
No one.