Tomb Raider: Nine Gates Let Me Be the Group’s Pet

In recent years, everything has developed steadily, and it seems that everything has settled down.

The order of the Nine Gates has improved a lot. Under Zhang Qiling's reorganization, both the light and dark sides are gradually getting back on track.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang are waiting for the upcoming tenth year to go to Changbai Mountain to pick up their best friend and bring him home.

Zhang Rishan was deliberately sent away by Zhang Qishan to accompany Zhang Zixi.

The two of them have been together for so long that they have finally lived a few years of truly comfortable life.

That night, Zhang Zixi was lying on the bed in the moonlight and suddenly felt that her room was a little deserted. It was not for anything else, but she just felt that there was a lack of the fireworks of life.

After all, it was the place chosen by the old-fashioned Zhang Rishan, so the decoration and facade mostly retained the antique and formal style of the past.

"Hey Zhang Rishan, let's tidy up the room and the yard." Zhang Zixi suddenly said.

"Why do you suddenly want to do this?" Zhang Rishan asked curiously.

"I just feel like... there's no breath of life."

"Really? I think it's pretty good." Zhang Rishan looked around and replied with some surprise.

"You really don't keep up with the times. No wonder you decorated your room like that when you lived in the Crescent Hotel." Zhang Zixi pouted.

"I just think maybe he should add some small items or something to make him look a little more... alive?"

"Well... Madam has the final say." Zhang Rishan said with a smile as he looked at her with great interest.

"Then let's clean up the room tomorrow and vacate the things you want to replace." Zhang Zixi said enthusiastically.

"Okay, okay, then have a good rest tonight."

The next day, they woke up and started cleaning.

"Hurry up, let's get started!" Zhang Zixi quickly finished her breakfast, dropped her bowl and chopsticks, and rolled up her sleeves.

Zhang Rishan saw her and smiled, saying, "You are so motivated."

"I've been idle lately anyway, so I might as well find something to do."

"Okay - since the lady has spoken, there is no reason for me not to do it."

As Zhang Rishan was putting things away, he took out a flat wooden box from a locked drawer.

"This seems to be a marriage contract."

After Zhang Rishan opened it, he looked at the paper and read it carefully. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"But... at that time... Xi'er and I didn't seem to have a formal relationship..."

Zhang Rishan suddenly thought of how happy he was when he got the marriage contract. He even immediately planned to pick the best wedding dress for Zhang Zixi as agreed before.

However, the circumstances at the time did not allow them to hold a formal ceremony. All matters, big and small, did not allow them to have time for a wedding banquet.

Later, as it dragged on for too long, Zhang Zixi simply dragged him to offer tea to her own brother, as if she were marrying him.

There was no grand ceremony, no toasts from guests, no wedding fireworks, and no longans, red dates, or red gauze curtains, but he just called her Madam.

It's not that he didn't remember how lively the wedding banquet was when the Buddha got married, nor was it that he hadn't seen how touching the scenes shown in current TV dramas were. It's just that so much time had passed and so many things had happened that he had forgotten that he still owed his sweetheart the most formal proof.

"What are you thinking about, so absent-minded?"

Zhang Zixi looked at him staring blankly at something and asked in confusion.

This question brought Zhang Rishan back to his senses.

"Xi'er, let's have a wedding banquet."

"Huh? Why are we suddenly holding a wedding banquet after all these years?" Zhang Zixi's face was full of question marks.

"There was no formal ceremony back then," said Zhang Rishan.

"That's nothing, I don't care about it." Zhang Zixi said disapprovingly.

"But I care." Zhang Rishan emphasized seriously.

"Why do you care so much? I'm the one marrying you, not you marrying me." Zhang Zixi said helplessly.

"Of course I care about whether I have given the most formal promise to the person I love," Zhang Rishan explained.

"No...it's so troublesome..." Zhang Zixi curled her lips.

"I haven't seen you in your wedding gown yet. I'm afraid these styles are much more beautiful than they were back then."

"Aren't you excited?"

"I'm not moved. I don't want to go through such trouble." Zhang Zixi said indifferently.

"But I think..." Zhang Rishan said while hugging Zhang Zixi's waist from behind.

"I never make trouble on weekdays," said Zhang Rishan.

"You've been doing a lot of nonsense on a daily basis." Zhang Zixi replied as if she couldn't stand him.

"I only want my wife to obey me for this one thing in this life. Is that too much to ask?" Seeing that his coquettish approach did not work, Zhang Rishan simply said it directly.

"I don't know how many times I've agreed to your request." Unexpectedly, Zhang Zixi retorted without giving in.