On the day of breaking off the engagement, I got married to my ex-uncle

He took a deep breath and tried his best to make his voice sound calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him: "Is he good to you, Xixi?" The words rolled around his tongue several times before they carefully slipped out of his mouth, and every word carried hidden concern and sadness.

After a brief silence, Chu Xixi's answer came through the radio waves, her voice soft and firm: "We are very happy together." Song Yian's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, and an indescribable pain surged deep in his heart.

"Really?" He pretended to be relaxed, trying to cover up his inner throbbing with jokes, "But why do I feel that every time you mention him, you seem reluctant?" After he finished speaking, he held his breath and waited, expecting Chu Xixi to give an answer that would reassure him.

However, what responded to him was Chu Xixi's sudden laughter, which was as clear as a silver bell, but with a hint of subtle sarcasm: "Song Yian, you really like to meddle in other people's business." Then, the car window slowly lowered, and her face looked particularly bright in the sun, "I didn't force it, I'm very happy."

Song Yian was stunned. Chu Xixi's words were like a sharp ice cone, piercing his heart. Before he had time to digest this sudden blow, the Porsche had already sped away like a flash of lightning, leaving only a long tail of smoke and a faint aftertaste of perfume in the air.

"What a joy!" Song Yian angrily hammered the steering wheel with such force that a dull thumping sound echoed in the car. He leaned back in his seat, looking out the window at the gradually darkening sky, his heart filled with powerlessness and frustration. After a moment, he picked up his phone, swiped his finger across the screen, and dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Tony, yes, you heard me right. Please continue to send people to keep an eye on them." His voice was low and resolute, like the last ray of setting sun before the night falls. Although it has lost its heat, it still stubbornly emits a faint light.

Especially, I need to keep a close eye on that man. I want all his information, including his past, present, and even his possible future movements. You must organize all this information and present it to me in the shortest possible time! Do you understand?

What? You actually asked me why I was so anxious? Well, I'll tell you. Don't you think that Xixi's smile is beautiful at this moment, but it is like a candle blown by the wind, swaying with endless reluctance and helplessness? Her happiness should be a bright light from the inside out, not like this, a smile that is forced out to meet some expectations. What I want is a marriage partner who can make her laugh from the bottom of her heart, a soul mate who can really light up her life, do you understand?

After all, I, Song Yian, have never failed to get what I want in this world. At this moment, my fingers holding the phone trembled slightly with excitement. The determination and persistence in my heart were like the eyes of a cheetah locking onto its prey, firm and ardent. Xixi, did you hear me? Song Yian swears here that no matter who it is, no matter when and where, as long as they dare to covet you and try to take you away from me, I will make them pay a heavy price!

"Xixi." With a deep and magnetic voice, Song Yian pushed open the door of the office with a firm and elegant step. His eyes quickly swept across every corner of the room, and finally fell on Chu Xixi who was busy. He did not interrupt her work immediately, but walked straight to the refrigerator beside her, where a bouquet of carefully prepared flowers was quietly waiting for him.

It was a bouquet of colorful mixed flowers, and the flowers of various colors sparkled under the light, like a vibrant oil painting. Song Yian gently pulled out the bouquet, and gently stroked the petals with his slender fingers, as if he was protecting a rare treasure. Then, he slowly walked to Chu Xixi, and the bouquet of flowers stretched between them like a rainbow, instantly attracting all of Chu Xixi's attention.

Chu Xixi looked up in astonishment, her bright eyes full of surprise and confusion. She put down the documents in her hand, her eyes moved back and forth between Song Yian and the bouquet, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Yian, why are you doing this? I'm so busy now, how can I have the mind to appreciate these flowers."

"Yes, my beloved Xixi, you should be held in my hands and cared for by me at this moment, but you have to be trapped in this complicated work." Song Yian's tone was mixed with heartache and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "It would be great if all the competitors who tried to compete with me for you disappeared in this world."

Chu Xixi couldn't help laughing when she saw his childish appearance. She poked his chest gently and said angrily, "You, always say nonsense." Although she said scolding, the smile in her eyes clearly revealed her indulgence and doting on him.

"Okay, Xixi, I won't bother you anymore." Song Yian restrained the playful smile on his face, replaced by a serious and reliable expression, which looked like a general about to go to the battlefield, resolute and decisive. "You concentrate on your work, I'll go find the secretary to get the necessary materials." After speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind the bunch of blooming flowers, quietly releasing fragrance, as if silently telling of his endless affection and protection for Chu Xixi.

At the moment when Song Yian turned around angrily, a barely perceptible mischief and helplessness flashed in his deep eyes, but his mouth was full of feigned anger and unwillingness, "It's all that little girl's fault. She kept nagging in my ear all day long about how a man should be romantic. Humph, just wait and see how I'm going to 'teach' you a lesson when I get back." These seemingly complaining words actually revealed his helpless and doting love for Chu Xixi.

When Chu Xixi heard this, a cunning light flashed in her eyes, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She responded coquettishly: "Okay, just go and 'deal with' me. Then I won't delay your 'big plan'. Go early and come back early. I'll wait for you here." While speaking, she waved her hand in a relaxed manner, as if urging Song Yian to leave quickly, but in fact she had already been secretly looking forward to the "lesson" drama he was about to perform.

When Song Yian disappeared from sight, Chu Xixi gently held up the carefully wrapped bouquet of flowers, which were filled with fragrance and poetic. She exclaimed, "So beautiful." The smile on her lips became more intense, as warm and bright as the summer sun. She carefully untied the ribbon, her movements so gentle that she seemed afraid of disturbing the spirits in the flowers.

However, when she pulled out the card hidden in the bouquet, her eyebrows slightly frowned, revealing a hint of distress: "Why roses again?" She murmured to herself, obviously confused by the fact that Song Yian insisted on giving her roses. Then, she threw the card into the trash can without hesitation, her movements were smooth and natural, and it was obviously not the first time she had done so.

At this moment, Song Yian, who was in the office, was watching all this through the surveillance screen. When he saw Chu Xixi throw the card away, he felt disdain for a moment - "Tsk, who cares about this!" - but soon, his eyes were replaced by worry. He began to talk to himself: "Forget about the card, the flowers can't be kept for too long. Should I remind her to change them in time?"

However, what followed was a deeper trouble: "But if I remind her, she will definitely ask how to change it. Then, do I have to go to great lengths to find a more expensive bouquet of flowers and attach a card, and fall into this endless cycle again?" The more Song Yian thought about it, the more headache he got. In the end, he could only helplessly lie on the table, looking at the ceiling, as if the key to answering his confusion was hidden there.

Little did she know that Chu Xixi had her own unique arrangement and cherishment for these bouquets. She was not indifferent to Song Yian's kindness. On the contrary, she liked these flowers very much and even planned to make them into a beautiful plant album, or a collection of flower specimens. Whenever she flipped through this unique album, she could recall the scenes of every time Song Yian sent flowers. Those warm and sweet scenes seemed to jump out of the paper and were vivid in her mind. This kind of thought was far more meaningful than replacing new flowers, and it also made Chu Xixi feel more satisfied and happy.

As night fell, the lights in the house and the stars outside the window complemented each other, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere. Song Yian sat at the dining table, which was decorated with a variety of carefully cooked dishes, and the aroma was so delicious that it touched her heart. However, facing this table of steaming, delicious and colorful dishes, Song Yian never touched his chopsticks, but just stared at everything in front of him quietly, with a hint of imperceptible anger between his brows.

"You two, come out for dinner." He finally spoke, his voice mixed with a hint of helplessness and expectation. Although his tone was gentle, it was obvious that he was impatient. His words echoed in the quiet air, but the room opposite was like a forgotten world, with no response for a long time. This made Song Yian frown slightly, and he muttered in his heart: "Do we have to love studying more than each other?"

After a moment, Chu Xixi's clear voice pierced the silence: "I'm coming, I'm coming." Then, the door opened gently, and Chu Xixi's figure appeared at the door frame, holding the pen that had accompanied her through countless days and nights. Her eyes flickered with the afterglow of concentration, and it was obvious that she had just been immersed in the ocean of knowledge. As she walked, she whispered a few words to the room, as if she was saying goodbye to someone, or telling someone about something unfinished.

"Where are the flowers I put on the table?" Chu Xixi suddenly stopped, looked around, and asked with a little doubt. She picked the flowers in the garden this morning, and each flower carried her love and expectation for life. At this moment, her bright eyes were looking for the traces of the flowers, as if looking for a lost beauty.

"I think he should be in the restaurant." Song Yian replied calmly, his eyes still on the newspaper in his hand, as if the call just now did not come from him. His leisurely look was in sharp contrast to Chu Xixi's anxiety, but it also added a bit of interest to life.

"Hey, why did you call us out?" Chu Xixi came to the restaurant, looking for the bouquet while casting an inquiring look at Song Yian. There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, as if she was teasing his seriousness and persistence. However, when she failed to find her favorite thing on the table, she couldn't help but sigh: "It's so weird."

Hearing this, Song Yian raised a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. He immediately pretended to be angry and picked up the newspaper again, saying indifferently: "Oh, so you don't remember. I didn't even pick up my chopsticks even though the food was cold." Although there was some blame in his words, there was more of tolerance and pampering for Chu Xixi's childish curiosity.

Chu Xixi glanced at him sideways, a sly light flashed in her eyes, and she deliberately said provocatively: "If you don't want to eat, forget it." After that, she turned around and wanted to return to the study to continue her journey of learning. However, before she took a few steps, her wrist was tightly grasped by a warm force.

"Hey, don't be angry, Xixi, I'm just teasing you." Song Yian's voice rang in her ears, and then she fell into a solid embrace. His broad chest was like a harbor, giving her an endless sense of security. Song Yian patted her back gently, his laughter full of pampering: "Okay, okay, I won't make trouble anymore, let's eat quickly, otherwise the food will be really cold in a while." As he spoke, he half-pushed and half-hugged Chu Xixi back to the dining table. The two sat opposite each other under the warm yellow light and began their dinner time. This little episode not only added a touch of color to the dull life, but also invisibly narrowed the distance between their hearts.

In the restaurant, the warm yellow light shines on the dining table, reflecting the carefully prepared dishes. The most eye-catching one is a plate of golden, shiny, fragrant braised fish. Song Yian gently picks up a piece of fish, and the delicate texture and rich juice sparkle with an attractive luster between the chopsticks. He smiled and looked at Chu Xixi opposite him, and said softly: "Hey, Xixi, eat more fish, you are too thin." His words are full of concern and care for her.

He carefully put the piece of fish into Chu Xixi's bowl, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to disturb the warm atmosphere. However, he changed the subject and added with a hint of cunning: "But I still think you look better when you are thinner." When he said this, he subconsciously glanced at Chu Xixi's expression. The tension and expectation in her eyes were like a child waiting for an adult to give a tolerant smile to his prank.

Chu Xixi heard this, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a light and elegant smile appeared, and her bright eyes flashed with a smart light. She did not get angry because of Song Yian's ridicule, but gracefully picked up the chopsticks, slowly put the fish in the bowl into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and let the delicious taste bloom on the tip of her tongue. After swallowing, she raised her head, looked at Song Yian gently, and said softly: "Well, thank you."

At this time, Song Yian was about to pick up some food for Chu Xixi again, but she gently held his hand. Chu Xixi smiled, but her tone was firm and unquestionable: "I've had enough, you can eat too." Those words contained both a polite refusal of Song Yian's excessive concern and a concern for his health.

During the short break from the meal, Chu Xixi suddenly remembered something. She widened her eyes, which were like bright stars, and stared at Song Yian closely, her tone slightly reproachful yet playful: "By the way, aren't you going to ask the secretary for some materials? Why are you still dawdling here?" Her gaze was like a searchlight, shooting straight into Song Yian's heart, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Hearing this, Song Yian deliberately pretended to be aggrieved and muttered, "You haven't promised me yet! I won't go." He looked stubborn, but in fact he was seeking Chu Xixi's company and recognition in a childish way.

Chu Xixi saw through his thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle, and deliberately said jokingly: "Song Yian, didn't you say that you respect me the most? Are you being mean to me now?" Although her tone was accusatory, the smile in her eyes revealed her love and tolerance for Song Yian's behavior.

Seeing this, Song Yian secretly rejoiced in his heart, but pretended to sigh helplessly, then smiled with satisfaction, as if he was extremely satisfied. He immediately stood up, and his tall figure cast a slender shadow under the light. "Okay, I promise to go with you." His words were loud and clear, with firm determination. He looked at Chu Xixi, his eyes full of expectation: "Go change your clothes, and I'll take you to see the secretary after you change your clothes." At this moment, he was like a guardian, ready to accompany Chu Xixi to face the next challenge together.