Addicted after marriage - Chapter 19:
After dinner, because Luo Shu casually mentioned that her
outfit might be too casual for getting a marriage certificate,
Yu Zhan took her to a private tailor.
They had her made up and dressed in something more appropriate.
This was classic straight-man behavior.
It took two hours of fussing around before they headed to the civil affairs bureau,
only to discover they still had to change clothes there, donning white shirts matching his.
First marriage, no experience at all.
But at least the red book was finally in her hands. Luo Shu officially had a husband.
Sitting in the car on the way home, she gazed at the red book and
felt a strange surge of emotion. She had imagined countless times
what marrying Qin Heng would be like, but in the end, she had just been unlucky in love.
She had never imagined she would marry in such a hasty way,
and she had certainly never imagined marrying a wealthy CEO.
She did not know if the future would be full of happiness,
but at least in this moment she was happy and content.
Luo Shu, will you regret this?
She asked herself sincerely.
She did not know.
But she could see that this man before her, after their intimacy,
had repeatedly asked if she wanted to try being Mrs. Yu. His eyes were full of sincerity.
He had bent over backward for her twice, and
it felt as though fate itself had tied them together.
Cupid had really wired them together with steel.
So most likely, she would not regret it.
Unconsciously, she had grown so tired she fell asleep,
and she had no memory of when her head had leaned against his shoulder.
They had arrived home. Yu Zhan looked down at her delicate face.
She had worn makeup today, her skin flushed and radiant,
her curled lashes fluttering lightly. She had awakened.
I’m sorry, Luo Shu quickly brushed the powder off his shoulder.
Yu Zhan looked at her adorable expression and couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.
Exhausted, were you? He shifted slightly.
No, she replied softly.
Back at the villa, before dinner, Luo Shu fidgeted with her fingers awkwardly.
I have a dinner engagement tonight. Don’t wait for me.
Okay, she said.
After that, he left with Shen Yan.
Luo Shu exhaled in relief.
Exciting, she muttered, sinking into the sofa and closing her eyes.
After a few minutes, she climbed to the second floor, their shared world.
She began unpacking the luggage they had brought back the night before.
The bags were few, and since she had only returned from
abroad a year ago, they contained only essentials, so it didn’t take long.
She reached the study and surveyed the room.
On the left, a wall of books and a tea table.
On the right, his desk. In the center, a small empty table with a few books scattered on top.
She pondered for a moment, opened her phone to call Yu Zhan,
and saw a new friend request on WeChat.
Yu Zhan.
That man.
She pressed her lips together, smiling, and accepted.
Hello Mr. Yu. Please take care of me for the rest of our lives.
Hello Miss Luo. The rest of your life is up to you.
Wow, was this a love confession? Where had he learned that?
In truth, he didn’t know how to respond and had asked Shen Yan,
his strategist, who advised him to send it this way.
She pursed her lips playfully.
That evening, after dinner and washing up,
she lay in bed and sent a message to Luo Qiu,
her mother, who had been a stunning beauty in her youth and was now abroad.
She should be awake by this time.
Beautiful Luo, I got married.
First thing in the morning? I was asleep and you scared me awake.
Haha, Luo Shu rolled around in bed, a blush rising to her cheeks.
The groom looks handsome. Is he treating you well?
Very well.
They chatted off and on, and eventually she fell asleep.
Late into the night, Yu Zhan knocked on her door, but she didn’t wake.
He stood at the edge of her bed, looking at the messages on her phone,
smiled slightly, put it aside, and carefully covered her with the blanket.
After finishing his own routine, he did not lie down but continued working in the study.
Hours passed until Luo Shu was roused by the sound of his keyboard.
Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw the study light on.
Feeling the urge to use the bathroom,
she slowly got up and headed there, passing the wardrobe,
then the study, before reaching it.
As she passed the study, she saw Yu Zhan still frowning at documents.
He wore a gray home outfit, the top two buttons undone,
exposing the faint curve of his collarbones,
his deep eyes behind rimless glasses fixed on her.
Did I wake you?
She shook her head. How come you’re still up?
Some files need attention.
Oh, she murmured and continued to the bathroom.
By the time she returned, Yu Zhan had just shut down his computer.
Should I say something now? Her heart raced, and all sleepiness vanished.
She fell onto the bed and pretended to sleep.
Moments later, the mattress beside her sank as a warm body lay down.
She didn’t dare open her eyes. She knew it was him,
arriving without warning, and had already
forgotten that they were now husband and wife.
Her heart raced, her fingers instinctively clenched.
Goodnight.
Still pretending to sleep.
The next morning, Yu Zhan woke her.
Eat breakfast first, then sleep.
He seemed in a good mood, a playful smile on his face, a contrast to his usual icy demeanor.
Luo Shu rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone.
How could he be so energetic after staying up so late last night?
It was only seven thirty.
He stood by the wardrobe, changing his shirt right in front of her without hesitation.
She quietly covered her peeking eyes with the blanket.
Going to the office with me? He buttoned his shirt while approaching.
No, I… she started, realizing her car was still back at Plum Blossom Garden.
Your car, Shen Yan drove it back last night. It’s in the garage, the keys on the bedside table.
Okay. She still kept her eyes hidden, not daring to look.
Once Yu Zhan left and the door closed, she slowly uncovered herself.
How does it feel to be chased by a CEO? Shen Yan’s message popped up early in the morning.
Chased? I thought you were just wishing me well.
Chased? Clearly, it had been slept into.
Luo Shu laughed at the absurdity, marrying in a blur,
mistaking malnutrition for pregnancy, ending in a huge misunderstanding.
The maid had prepared a nutritious breakfast,
something Luo Shu had never experienced before, and it left her deeply satisfied.
Madam, the gentleman asked you to take this.
Yesterday she was Miss Luo, today the maid immediately addressed her as madam,
leaving Luo Shu momentarily stunned.
She glanced at the delicate pink thermos in the maid’s hands.
It’s warm milk, temperature-controlled. The gentleman said you must take it.
Drink whenever you’re thirsty.
Yu Zhan really was too shy to say it himself, leaving the maid to deliver the message.
Okay. Luo Shu slung her bag over her shoulder, took the pink thermos,
and headed toward the garage.