Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 150 Extra 11: A love that is always a little more than your love for me

Jian Yi said to him in a gentle voice: "Then I love you very much, Jin Yanchen."

He turned the steering wheel quickly and lightly pressed the brake to stop the car.

Jian Yi was still wondering why the car stopped suddenly when she heard the sound of a seat belt being unfastened. It was Jin Yanchen who wanted to kiss her.

The moment their lips touched, she heard Jin Yanchen say beside her, "I love you too."

"It is a love that is always a little bit more than your love for me."
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On the day of the beginning of summer, Jian Yi and Jin Yanchen officially held their wedding.

The wedding was purely a coincidence. It was one day in the early spring. Jin Yanchen was sitting on the sofa reading documents. After a while, he handed over an iPad in a casual tone.

"choose one."

Jian Yi glanced at it and didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the mall had sent new clothes to choose from this year.

She stretched out her hand and slid down. The Chinese wedding dress made of red satin and gold embroidery almost overflowed the screen with its elegance and luxury. She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes paused on the four words "Phoenix Crown and Red Bridal Veil" on the page.

Jin Yanchen rubbed his nose bone, then tilted his head to look over. He was wearing home clothes, with a warm yellow light shining down on his head, and his temperament was as gentle as jade.

"I was planning to give you a surprise, but now I think the wedding dress has to be decided by you, the hostess."

Jian Yi's nose was sore: "You have been preparing it yourself all this time?"

"Yeah." Jin Yanchen touched his nose and said with a rare guilty tone, "Mo Yihang taught me."

"Why do you always ask children for advice?" Jian Yi lowered her head, her eyes passing over the exquisite and luxurious design drawings. There were Jin Yanchen's comments next to each one. He should have read them all in advance.

He wrote on the first one: The jade can be replaced with pearls, she will probably like it more.

He wrote on the second one: The style is very novel, maybe she will like it, but she needs to compare and consider it more.

The complicated and gorgeous design manuscripts made it difficult for Jin Yanchen to read every detail. He was like reviewing the most serious report, paying attention to every detail and trying to guess her intentions.

"You look so seriously."

"Of course." Jin Yanchen snorted and laughed: "This is our top priority."

He emphasized the word "we". Jian Yi's smile gradually relaxed under his gentle and affectionate gaze. She crossed her legs and leaned on his shoulders. There was a Jin Yanchen in the world who took care of everything for her. She had no regrets.

Jian Yi asked, "Do you want a Chinese wedding?"

"No." Jin Yanchen held her hand, "Hold two, one Chinese style and one Western style."

Jian Yi subconsciously said "Ah", her tone a little uncertain, "Is it really going to be so brilliant?"

"Isn't it better if the battle is bigger?" Jin Yanchen glanced over, with a frivolous smile on his lips, and said jokingly, "Not only that, how can others know that I, Jin Yanchen, have only one heart in my life and will never have two hearts?"

As he spoke, he leaned forward and thought, and said to her in a very serious tone, "There will probably be a lot of reporters on the wedding day, so you must remember to act gentle and ladylike, otherwise it will be reported that I am henpecked."

Jian Yi frowned, and she turned to protect the soft flesh on his waist, "You said I was fierce!"

"I dare not, I dare not." Jin Yanchen raised his hands, leaned back, and surrendered to her with a smile.

Jian Yi raised her chin and looked at him, indicating that she was a great person who did not care about the mistakes of a small person. She was still holding the gray iPad in her arms, and before she looked back, she heard Jin Yanchen's next words in a teasing tone.

He said, "If the tabloids were here right now, it would be proven that I'm henpecked." The gold-wire frame of his glasses had slipped below his nose because of the playfulness just now. Jin Yanchen reached out to push them and suddenly stopped. There was an interested smile on his lips, and his eyes looked over like the dark night, which naturally made people unclear.

"Xiaoyi, come and help me put it on."

Jian Yi squeezed her knees together and squeezed between his legs. She supported herself on the edge of the sofa with one hand, her eyes fell on his angular face, and she couldn't help but say, "Jin Yanchen, have I ever told you that you look like a university teacher when you wear glasses?"

"That's not what I said."

Jin Yanchen chuckled: "But you did call me a scumbag in bed."

"Why do you always think about these things?" She scolded, and pretended to throw the iPad in her hand into Jin Yanchen's arms.

Jin Yanchen looked very innocent: "Didn't you bring up this topic first?"

There was a slight fragrance of plum blossoms in the room. On the day when the plum blossoms in the whole garden were in full bloom, Jian Yi was on a business trip outside the province. At that time, Jin Yanchen called her, and she said with regret that it was a pity that she had to wait another year.

Jin Yanchen spoke in a light tone at the time and just said that he would see it.

Jian Yi didn't expect that he had someone cut two plants and kept them at home. The moonlight was dim and it seemed like a faint fragrance was floating in the air.

She lowered her head and continued to choose the style of her wedding dress. A lock of her long hair, which was tied up with a hairpin, leaked out. Her jet-black hair contrasted with her snow-white neck, and the light shining on her side profile made her look inexplicably gentle.

This is the family scene that Jin Yanchen has imagined in his mind.

When he was very young, Zhang Yu would take him to the Hong Kong pier every New Year's Eve. She would point to the mainland on the other side of the coast and say, "See? Dad is over there."

At that time, he was still very gullible and would follow his mother's words and ask, "When will Dad come back?"

Zhang Yu always said the same thing: "Dad will be back after work, and then we will celebrate the New Year together as a family. You can watch TV while Mom will sit on the sofa and watch you."

The funny thing is that no matter how many times she says this, her tone of longing remains the same every year. It is hard to tell whether it is sad or lamentable that a woman can be so affectionate to a man.

"Small."

Jian Yi turned around and met a pair of gentle and sparkling eyes. All her emotions became calm and she smiled under such gaze.

"You asked me a question when we separated."

Jin Yanchen's eyelashes drooped, and he said in a very light voice, "You asked me why I went to your house downstairs on New Year's Eve."

Yes.

At that time, he jokingly fooled her by saying "I'll be here if you want to see me", but they all knew that it took at least 40 minutes to drive from the eastern suburbs to her home. If he hadn't been waiting downstairs in advance, how could he have been so clever that she could see him as soon as she came downstairs?

The answer seems like an unsolved mystery.

It made Jian Yi's heart beat like a drum again.

"It's because I want to see you. My mother told me that New Year's Eve is when the lights of thousands of houses are the brightest. When she mentioned the lights of thousands of houses, I suddenly thought of you."

Jin Yanchen said word by word: "With you here, the lights in the eastern suburbs will always be on."

In the years after she left, Dongjiao never turned on the lights in the room again. On the few occasions when he went back, he just turned off the Bohemian-style floor lamp at the bedside. In the dim light that came on in the dark night, he reminisced about the warmth of the past.

At that time, he felt a sense of regret for realizing it late.