My Online Lover Lives Next Door (GL) - Final Chapter

We Got Married?!

He Qing held her phone tightly, staring at Jian Fanxing’s latest post on social media. She couldn’t hide the smile on her lips no matter how hard she tried.

When Jian Fanxing turned around, she saw He Qing looking a bit silly. She blinked, feeling like the mighty and powerful image of He Qing in her mind had cracked a little. So, even her strong and wise wife could look… cute.

“What are you looking at?” He Qing noticed Jian Fanxing staring at her dreamily. She quickly hid her smile, acting as if the person who had just been grinning foolishly wasn’t her.

“Looking at my wife.” Jian Fanxing always had sweet words for He Qing.

Maybe she used to restrain herself, but now that they were legally married, what was there to hold back?

Hearing Jian Fanxing’s words, He Qing’s eyes softened instantly. She asked, “So… do I look good?”

Jian Fanxing nodded quickly like a little chick pecking rice. Of course, her wife was beautiful—she was the most beautiful person in the world!

To her, He Qing was the prettiest.

Seeing Jian Fanxing’s serious expression, He Qing couldn’t help but laugh. The joyful sound filled the room, lingering in Jian Fanxing’s ears.

Mmm, her wife’s voice was also beautiful—the most beautiful, the best in the world.

Just as Jian Fanxing was happily enjoying the moment, He Qing’s stunning face suddenly appeared right in front of her.

He Qing’s warm breath brushed against her face, carrying a soft fragrance—just like He Qing herself.

Jian Fanxing felt like her soul had left her body. Looking into He Qing’s deep eyes, she suddenly had the urge to do something.

“Jiejie, I want to…” Jian Fanxing licked her slightly dry lips, hesitating.

“Jiejie?” He Qing liked being called that, but this time, she frowned slightly. “Didn’t you just call me ‘wife’?”

They were married now, so this title was rightfully hers. Compared to “Jiejie,” she actually preferred “wife.”

Especially when Jian Fanxing called her that in a soft, sweet voice—it made her ears tingle.

Jian Fanxing quickly changed the way she addressed her, and maybe because of that, her courage also grew. “Wife, I want to kiss you.”

Looking at Jian Fanxing’s flushed cheeks, He Qing smiled. “Just a kiss? Hmm?”

“Little Star, don’t you want… something more?”

He Qing’s words felt like a hook, pulling Jian Fanxing in. She had no choice but to let herself be led.

Jian Fanxing knew exactly what He Qing meant. Her face turned even redder, and she nodded. “I do.”

Especially since He Qing was teasing her on purpose. She couldn’t hold back anymore—she pushed He Qing onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Just as she was about to take action and turn the tables, the sharp ring of a phone suddenly broke the moment.

Jian Fanxing heard the phone ringing, but with He Qing looking like a tempting fairy beneath her, she had no intention of answering. Instead, she lowered her head and kissed He Qing’s soft, bouncy lips. So sweet.

The phone rang for a while and then stopped. The two of them ignored the call completely.

But less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

Being interrupted again, Jian Fanxing was frustrated. “Who is it?! Don’t they know I’m finally taking charge today?!”

It was so rare for her to take the lead, yet someone just had to ruin it.

He Qing chuckled at Jian Fanxing’s annoyed voice. “Answer it first. It might be something urgent.”

“As for our wedding night… we have plenty of time.”

Since He Qing had said so, Jian Fanxing reluctantly got off the bed to grab her phone. At the same time, He Qing’s phone also started ringing.

Jian Fanxing glanced at the screen and quickly handed the phone to He Qing. “Wife, it’s Uncle He.”

Before He Qing could even show any displeasure, He Jun’s voice came through the phone. “Fanxing, why are you still calling me ‘Uncle He’? You and Qing have already registered your marriage.”

“You are now the daughter-in-law of the He family. You should call me ‘Dad’ just like Qing does.” He Jun spoke patiently.

Didn’t she know how long he had been waiting for his daughter-in-law to call him ‘Dad’?

Jian Fanxing blushed and glanced at He Qing. It was true—they were officially married now. Her old way of addressing him wasn’t appropriate anymore.

“Dad,” Jian Fanxing called sweetly.

“Ah!” He Jun responded with joy, then got to the point. “Qing, since you and Fanxing are already legally married, I’ll bring our relatives over to your place.”

“Since you’ve registered, it’s time to plan the wedding. Actually, we’ve already planned most of it. So, I’m thinking… why not hold the wedding in three days?”

“Three days?! Isn’t that too rushed?” He Qing frowned. She had wanted to travel and enjoy some time with Jian Fanxing before thinking about the wedding.

“Too rushed? What are you talking about? You have to strike while the iron is hot!” He Jun scolded. “The wedding is set for three days later. Everything is already arranged. Someone will contact you soon.”

He Jun didn’t give He Qing any chance to refuse. He made the decision and hung up immediately.

After hanging up, he looked at a framed photo of his late wife on the shelf and smiled. “Wife, our daughter is married now. In three days, she will have her wedding. I finally get to see Qing settle down while I’m still alive.”

“Wife, Fanxing is a good girl. She may not be the son-in-law we expected, but she loves Qing very much. If you were here, I’m sure you would like her too. You wouldn’t care about her gender.”

“Wife, Qing has someone by her side now… I… I miss you.” He Jun’s eyes reddened as he stared at his wife’s picture.

Wiping his eyes, he spoke in a lighter tone. “But don’t worry, just wait a little longer. After Qing’s wedding, I’ll stay with her for a while… and then I’ll come to see you.”

…

Seeing He Qing deep in thought after hanging up, Jian Fanxing ended her call with Lu Yao and walked over.

“What’s wrong? What did Dad say?”

He Qing nodded but hesitated to speak.

“Is it something difficult?” Jian Fanxing asked.

He Qing nodded, then shook her head. Seeing the anxious look on Jian Fanxing’s face, she quickly said, “It’s not a big deal. I’m not troubled. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Hearing that, Jian Fanxing suddenly felt a little uneasy.

“Sister, just tell me directly.”

He Qing sighed. “Dad said the wedding will be in three days.”

“Oh, just that?” Jian Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief. Wait… three days?!

“Sister, is Dad joking?”

He Qing shook her head. She wished it was a joke, but knowing He Jun, she was sure it wasn’t.

He Qing shook her head. She wished He Jun was joking, but knowing him well, she knew he wasn’t.

Jian Fanxing was stunned for a moment before she accepted it with ease. “Three days later, then. We’ve already got the marriage certificate, and this is just the next step.”

“Getting the certificate, the wedding, and then the honeymoon—Dad is just helping us put things in the right order.” Jian Fanxing smiled. She and He Qing had originally planned to enjoy an extra honeymoon. She felt a bit regretful, but the excitement of the upcoming wedding quickly replaced that feeling.

“I’ll call my parents to let them know.” Jian Fanxing said happily. “And Yao Yao too. Luckily, I don’t have too many close friends, or I’d be on the phone forever.”

He Qing silently glanced at the contacts on her phone and the number of WeChat friends she had. If she had to call everyone, it would probably be her phone blowing up instead.

Thinking about this, He Qing simply asked He Jun for a picture of the wedding invitation and posted it directly on her social media.

Of course, she adjusted the privacy settings, hiding it from people who didn’t need to see it and only making it visible to those she felt should know.

When Jian Fanxing called home, she was surprised to find out that her family already knew—He Jun had informed them beforehand. In fact, they were already on their way in a car He Jun had sent to pick them up. They had even invited a few close relatives.

At first, those relatives were shocked when they heard that Jian Fanxing was marrying a woman. They found it hard to accept and couldn’t believe it. But when they saw how well He Qing’s family had arranged everything—far better than an average wedding—and how polite and respectful the people they sent were, without a trace of condescension toward their rural background, their doubts faded. Since even Jian Fanxing’s parents had agreed, what reason did they have to object? In the end, they chose to accept it too.

After hanging up, Jian Fanxing immediately called Lu Yao.

On the other end, Lu Yao was silent for a few seconds upon hearing the news. Then, without hesitation, she praised Jian Fanxing, “Fanxing, you’re doing the right thing. Strike while the iron is hot! You need to lock Misst He down tight and make your status as Mrs. He known so you can scare off those people eyeing your wife.”

“Fanxing, I’m buying a plane ticket right now. Wait for me!”

With that, Lu Yao hung up, seemingly off to book her flight. But how could Jian Fanxing possibly let Lu Yao pay for her own ticket?

She quickly booked one for her and sent her the flight details.

Soon, Lu Yao messaged back.

Lu Yao: “Why are you being so polite?”

Jian Fanxing: “You’re the one being polite. I’m inviting you to my wedding.”

Lu Yao: “Haha, that’s true. You’re already Mrs. He. Miss He has probably handed over the family’s financial power to you by now, so I’ll accept this ticket without hesitation.”

While Lu Yao and Jian Fanxing were chatting, He Qing was still thinking about how rushed her father seemed. After some thought, she called Lu Feng.

“Miss He?” Lu Feng was surprised to receive her call. He had just seen her social media post and was debating whether to call and congratulate her but didn’t want to interrupt anything. He hadn’t expected her to call first.

“Miss He, congratulations! Wishing you a happy marriage.” Lu Feng said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” He Qing replied calmly. Then she asked, “Lu Feng, have you heard anything about my father?”

“Old Mr. He? No, nothing in particular. Why?” Lu Feng was confused. “Did something happen?”

He Qing explained the things that seemed off to her and then instructed, “Lu Feng, go check my father’s recent medical records at the hospital where he gets his check-ups.”

She had been turning this over in her mind for a while before making the decision. Over the years, she had taken full responsibility for the He family business, allowing her father to retire early and enjoy a peaceful life. But she had never forgotten how he had fallen seriously ill during a past company crisis. Although he had recovered under her mother’s care, he had then suffered the pain of losing his wife. Even though He Jun always acted as if nothing was wrong, He Qing had always worried about him.

Sensing her concern, Lu Feng immediately responded, “Understood, Miss He. I’ll look into it right away.”

After the call, He Qing anxiously waited for the results, staring blankly at her phone.

It wasn’t long before Lu Feng called back. But when the call connected, there was a long silence on his end.

Noticing something was wrong, He Qing’s heart sank. “Is there a problem with his health?”

Though phrased as a question, her tone was almost certain.

Finally, Lu Feng’s heavy voice came through. “Yes.”

That single word felt like a thousand pounds pressing down on He Qing’s chest. Lu Feng closed his eyes briefly, recalling how he had worked with He Qing since graduating from university. It had been almost eight years now. He knew how much pressure she bore and how hard she worked. Meeting Jian Fanxing had been the one truly joyful thing in her stressful life. Now, she was finally married.

She should have been able to enjoy this happiness forever. But fate was cruel.

“Tell me,” He Qing said after a long pause. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.

Lu Feng sighed. “It’s cancer. Late stage.”

“The diagnosis came out a while ago, but Old Mr. He kept it a secret. We didn’t check, so he managed to hide it from everyone.”

As he spoke, Lu Feng finally understood why Old Mr. He had accepted He Qing’s relationship so quickly and why he was so eager to arrange the wedding. He was afraid—afraid he wouldn’t live to see his daughter get married.

Tears slipped down He Qing’s face silently. She didn’t make a sound, just let them fall. Her chest ached unbearably, and she crouched down, curling in on herself.

“Miss He, you…” Lu Feng wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t know what to say. He Qing had only one family member left, and now he was at the end of his life. What words could possibly console her?

“Miss He, from now on, I’ll stay by Old Mr. He’s side. Don’t worry,” Lu Feng promised.

“…Mm.” He Qing could only manage a single sound before the call ended.

Meanwhile, Jian Fanxing had been glancing at He Qing occasionally. At first, she assumed He Qing was dealing with company matters. But when she looked again and saw He Qing crouched on the ground, trembling, her heart clenched. She immediately rushed over.

“Sis, what’s wrong? What happened?” As she got closer, she saw the tears staining He Qing’s face.

She had never seen He Qing cry before, let alone this heartbreakingly.

After a long silence, He Qing looked up, her voice choked, “Just now… Lu Feng found out that my dad… has late-stage cancer.”

Jian Fanxing was stunned. “Cancer… late stage?”

He Qing continued, “I knew something was off. I know he wanted me to marry soon, but this rush… The moment we got our certificate, he scheduled the wedding in three days and refused to let me say no. I asked Lu Feng to check, and sure enough…”

Jian Fanxing took a deep breath before firmly saying, “Sis, we can’t let Dad know we found out. We have to make sure he enjoys the wedding happily.”

He Qing nodded silently.

Three days later, the wedding day arrived.

Jian Fanxing and He Qing were the first to wake up. Following traditional customs, they couldn’t see each other before the wedding ceremony. So, they stayed in separate rooms at opposite ends of the castle. The makeup artists arrived early to get them ready. Before the process started, Lu Yao cleverly stuffed some food into Jian Fanxing’s mouth, knowing that they would be too busy to eat until noon. In fact, by then, they might be so exhausted that they wouldn’t even feel like eating.

As Jian Fanxing ate, she worried about whether He Qing was hungry too.

“Yao Yao, why don’t you bring some food to my sister as well?” she suggested. She had the thoughtful Lu Yao by her side, while her sister had Lu Feng. But Lu Feng was busy today, and as a man, he might overlook such details.

“Alright, alright! I’ll bring some food to your wife too.” Lu Yao agreed immediately, always eager to help Jian Fanxing.

Over two hours later, their makeup was finally done. It was 8:30 in the morning. Since they were staying in the same castle, there was no need for a complex wedding pick-up process. However, there was still a simple tradition: He Qing had to walk from her room to Jian Fanxing’s room to “pick her up.”

To make the process more fun, Lu Yao decided to set up several challenges for He Qing. However, to her surprise, the obstacles she planned turned out to be as easy as children’s games for He Qing. She breezed through them all and arrived at Jian Fanxing’s door in less than thirty minutes.

Lu Yao was stunned by how fast He Qing cleared the challenges. She muttered, “Damn, the internet really lies! They said this was supposed to be the hardest part.”

The last person blocking He Qing’s way was Jian Xiaofeng. When he saw He Qing, he flashed a bright smile and greeted her politely, “Good morning, Sister He.”

He Qing nodded slightly. “Good morning, Xiao Mao.”

“I’m here to pick up your sister.”

Jian Xiaofeng grinned but stood firmly in front of the door. “I know, but you can’t take her yet.”

His smile revealed two rows of neat, white teeth, but his hands were stretched out to block the entrance.

Lu Yao laughed loudly. “Miss He, your little brother-in-law is guarding the door. It won’t be so easy this time!”

In the lively crowd, Gu Xiao glanced at Lu Yao, who was laughing the hardest, her eyes flickering with an unreadable expression.

He Qing ignored the onlookers, thought for a moment, then took out a bank card and handed it to Jian Xiaofeng. “This is my secondary card. You can use it to buy anything you want.”

The direct approach caused the crowd to erupt in cheers.

Lu Yao jumped excitedly. “Miss He, you can’t just bribe him with money! That’s too straightforward!”

Just when everyone thought Jian Xiaofeng would accept the card and step aside, he surprised them. He took the card but kept his hands firmly on the door.

“Sister He, I want a promise from you,” he said seriously, his young face looking unusually solemn.

He Qing raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. “Go ahead.”

“I know your relationship with my sister is different from others. It wasn’t easy for you two to get here. I hope you will always keep her happy. If… if one day you don’t love her anymore, can you promise not to hurt her? Just let her come home. My parents and I will always be here for her. Okay?”

He had gathered all his courage to say this. He knew it wasn’t the right time, but it was the most important thing he wanted to say.

No one had expected Jian Xiaofeng to say something so profound. At that moment, his small figure seemed to radiate a sense of protection and responsibility.

Lu Yao sighed with a smile. “This kid…”

He Qing looked at Jian Xiaofeng seriously for the first time, no longer seeing him as just a child. “I promise you. But the situation you fear will never happen.”

She understood his concern, but he could never truly know how much Jian Fanxing meant to her.

Jian Fanxing was her everything.

She was the light of her life. If a person lost their light, how could they go on living?

Hearing He Qing’s promise, Jian Xiaofeng finally stepped aside and made way for her.

Inside the room, Jian Fanxing had heard every word. At that moment, she felt that all her past efforts were worth it. The younger brother she had always protected had, at some point, grown into someone who could now protect her too.

He Qing finally saw her bride.

Today, her little star was especially beautiful. In her wedding dress, she looked like a princess from a castle, radiant and enchanting. Unable to help herself, He Qing stepped forward, stopping right in front of Jian Fanxing.

“Little Star…” He Qing murmured, her eyes filled with admiration.

Jian Fanxing hadn’t seen He Qing for nearly twenty hours, and she had missed her terribly. Now that they were finally together, she could hardly resist the urge to run into her arms.

Hearing He Qing call her, Jian Fanxing softly whispered, “Sister, I missed you so much.”

He Qing smiled. “I missed you too.”

“So, my bride, will you come with me?” He Qing asked, reaching out her hand.

Jian Fanxing looked at He Qing’s extended hand, smiled, and placed her own hand in hers.

Hand in hand, Jian Fanxing stood up, eager to leave with He Qing. Lu Yao couldn’t help but complain in her mind—this bride was being taken away too easily! She quickly stepped forward to help with the long train of Jian Fanxing’s dress. He Qing’s side also had people assisting her. Holding hands, they walked out the door together—towards the wedding venue, towards a beautiful and happy future.

As Jian Fanxing and He Qing appeared at the wedding venue, the ceremony reached its climax.

The wedding was slightly different from traditional ones but still followed the same general customs. After the host greeted the guests, He Qing received Jian Fanxing’s hand from her father, and they walked to the center of the stage together.

The host praised their beauty before moving on to the most important part.

“Miss He Qing, do you take Miss Jian Fanxing to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love her, stay loyal to her, in wealth or poverty, in sickness or health, until death do you part? Do you?”

He Qing: “I do.”

“Miss Jian Fanxing, do you take Miss He Qing to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love her, stay loyal to her, in wealth or poverty, in sickness or health, until death do you part? Do you?”

Jian Fanxing looked at He Qing, then solemnly answered, “I do.”

The words “I do” echoed clearly in everyone’s ears.

Standing in the distance, Gu Xiao felt a wave of emotion. She had loved He Qing for many years—so many years that it had become a habit. The scene before her was once something she had dreamed of, but in the end, the person standing next to He Qing wasn’t her.

Hearing He Qing say “I do,” Gu Xiao felt a pang of sadness. Maybe she still loved He Qing, but that love had turned into an obsession—something she longed for but could never have. No matter how hard she tried, He Qing would always be out of her reach.

She knew she had to stop loving He Qing. She had no right to interfere, and she refused to be the third party in someone else’s love story. But without He Qing, her future suddenly seemed uncertain.

Meanwhile, on stage, it was time for Jian Fanxing to toss the bouquet.

Lu Yao stood at the back, shouting, “Fanxing, throw it to me! I’m still single!”

The voice reached Gu Xiao’s ears, and she turned to look in that direction. She saw the cheerful person jumping on the stage, her smile blooming like a rose—radiant, charming, and full of attraction.

Gu Xiao’s gaze suddenly locked onto her, unable to look away.

She watched her anticipation of catching the bouquet and then her face filled with disappointment when she didn’t get it.

Gu Xiao instinctively furrowed her brows, her feet unconsciously moving toward Lu Yao’s direction.

Lu Yao didn’t catch the bouquet and complained sadly, “Xingxing, didn’t I tell you to throw the bouquet to me? Aren’t we best friends anymore?”

Jian Fanxing was also innocent in this situation. She had thrown the bouquet toward Lu Yao, but since everyone knew it was meant for her, obstacles appeared one after another in front of her. In the end, the bouquet never landed in her hands.

Jian Fanxing said, “Don’t worry, my wife still has another bouquet.”

After speaking, Jian Fanxing gave He Qing a meaningful look, signaling her to throw the bouquet to Lu Yao.

He Qing immediately understood and gave a barely noticeable nod before turning around and tossing the bouquet toward Lu Yao’s direction.

The bouquet soared through the air and accurately fell toward Lu Yao. She lit up with joy, preparing to jump and grab it. However, just as she was about to reach for it, a figure appeared in front of her. That person was taller than her, and without even needing to jump, they simply raised their hand and caught the falling bouquet effortlessly.

It was Gu Xiao.

The person who ended up catching the bouquet was actually Gu Xiao?!

Lu Yao glared at Gu Xiao, who had not only blocked her but also snatched her bouquet, her face filled with frustration.

“You already have someone, so why are you snatching the bouquet?” Lu Yao huffed in annoyance.

Gu Xiao didn’t say anything in response. Instead, she extended the bouquet toward Lu Yao.

Seeing Gu Xiao’s actions, Lu Yao frowned. “What do you mean?”

Gu Xiao cleared her throat. She wasn’t sure why she did it either. She had instinctively grabbed the bouquet and handed it to Lu Yao. Hearing Lu Yao’s question, Gu Xiao tilted her head slightly and said in a teasing tone, “I’m giving it to you. I saw you tiptoeing and still failing to get it. Tsk, how pitiful.”

Lu Yao: “…”

If it weren’t for the fact that this was her best friend’s wedding, she would have kicked her right then and there.

Lu Yao couldn’t be bothered with Gu Xiao anymore. She didn’t even take the bouquet and simply turned away to leave.

The wedding festivities lasted for quite some time before finally coming to an end.

The castle had plenty of rooms, and after settling all the guests, He Qing entered He Jun’s room.

He Jun was drinking, holding a photo of Mother He in his hand, his eyes filled with longing.

Seeing He Qing, He Jun snapped out of his daze, hurriedly putting down his wine glass and looking at his daughter. “Why are you here at this hour?”

“Tonight is your—why did you leave Fanxing alone in the room?” He Jun scolded disapprovingly. “Go back now.”

“I will go back,” He Qing said, pressing her lips together. Looking at her father, a flash of sadness crossed her eyes. “Dad, don’t you have something to say to me?”

“Me? I don’t have anything to say,” He Jun was momentarily stunned, not understanding what she meant.

Glancing at the photo of his wife in his hand, He Jun thought for a moment before saying, “If I really have to say something… I was just telling your mother earlier that my biggest fear in life was not being able to see you find your happiness. But now that I have, there’s nothing I fear anymore. Even if I were to see your mother now, I’d be at peace.”

In fact, he would be willing.

Seeing the deep longing for her mother in He Jun’s eyes, He Qing pursed her lips even tighter. She spoke again, “Dad, are you sure there’s nothing else you want to say to me?”

“No,” He Jun replied instinctively, but after speaking, he felt a bit uneasy. “Xiao Qing, what’s wrong with you tonight?”

“Tonight is very important to you. Even if there’s something you want to say, it can wait until tomorrow, right?” He Jun tried to reassure her.

Tomorrow? He Qing lifted her head slightly, forcing back the tears that almost escaped. She looked at He Jun and said, “Alright, then we’ll talk tomorrow.”

As He Qing left the room, He Jun muttered to himself, “Xiao Qing is acting strange tonight. Wife, do you think she has found out what I’ve been hiding?”

“It’s not that I wanted to keep it from her. But whether someone lives long or short isn’t up to me—it’s up to fate.”

“I can’t stay here any longer. I’ll sleep now and leave early in the morning.”

When He Qing returned to the room, Jian Fanxing immediately approached her with a worried expression.

“Sister, did Dad tell you?” Jian Fanxing knew where He Qing had gone, so she wasn’t upset about being left alone. Instead, she was more concerned about what He Qing had discovered.

He Qing shook her head. “Dad didn’t say anything. He said he’ll talk tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Jian Fanxing held He Qing’s hand and said, “Then tomorrow, I’ll go with you to see Dad.”

“We’ve been busy all day. Go take a shower, and let’s get some rest so we can wake up early tomorrow, okay?” Jian Fanxing’s soft voice carried a soothing effect.

He Qing was indeed exhausted, but as she looked at Jian Fanxing and recalled her father’s words, she hesitated. Today was a special day for them, yet she wasn’t in the mood for anything.

Jian Fanxing immediately saw through He Qing’s thoughts. Smiling gently, she said considerately, “Sister, we have a lifetime ahead of us. There’s no rush.”

He Qing was convinced, took her pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

The two of them were so exhausted that they quickly fell asleep after getting into bed.

The next morning, before 7 AM, the two got up, freshened up, and headed to He Jun’s room.

His door wasn’t closed. Exchanging glances, He Qing pushed the door open, only to find the room empty—He Jun was already gone.

He Qing’s face darkened. “Dad left early.”

Was he hiding his illness from her?

Jian Fanxing hadn’t expected He Jun to leave so soon either. Just as she was about to ask if they should go after him, her eyes caught sight of an envelope on the table. She quickly picked it up and handed it to He Qing.

The envelope had a line of handwriting: “To my daughter, He Qing.”

He Qing’s face remained serious as she opened it, revealing a familiar script.

“Xiao Qing, this is your dad.

Life and death are decided by fate. Don’t worry about me. Enjoy your honeymoon—I’ll be waiting for you at home.”