Chapter 895: Chapter 853: I Trust Her, Unconditionally
"Ah Chen. Do you really trust her like this? What if... I mean, what if she really betrays you? What would you... do?"
Xiahou Chunyi himself was very curious about this question.
He had witnessed the five-year marriage of Xing Chen and Ran Xiangsi, and he had seen the love between this couple even more clearly.
He suddenly wanted to see whether so many years of affection were worth believing in after all.
How many people make vows when they get married, and after a couple of years, don’t they divorce over trivial matters?
So here’s the question: the vows of marriage and the shelf life of love, how long can these really last?
Xing Chen did not let Xiahou Chunyi wait long. He parted his lips, his voice as serene as a mountain breeze in a tranquil valley, ethereal and indifferent.
"The cost of betraying me is one that no one can bear."
"..." Xiahou Chunyi was choked for a moment.
He certainly knew that for all who betrayed Xing Chen, there was only one consequence—death.
Could it be that he would personally kill Ran Xiangsi?
Before Xiahou Chunyi could continue his mental storm, Xing Chen’s second sentence swiftly followed.
"I trust her, unconditionally."
Leaving this sentence behind, Xing Chen stepped away.
He walked forward without looking back, his pace firm and steady.
There was no particular reason, he just firmly believed that she would never betray him.
No excuses needed, he deemed it proper to trust her like this.
Xiahou Chunyi sat on the sofa, staring blankly at Xing Chen’s departing figure, and suddenly felt a bit envious...
"My goodness, still so carefree. Even love, for him, feels so self-evident. I, as an older brother, am truly not as good as you... I can never so easily manage to trust."
As he said this, Xiahou Chunyi subconsciously glanced upstairs.
He had also been married for four years.
The couple respected each other as guests, peaceful without incident, living together yet seeming as if they did not.
Xiahou Chunyi still couldn’t figure out the difference between living with his wife and living with the maid who took care of him.
He once again began to envy Xing Chen’s love, so passionate, filled with excitement and the unknown everywhere.
...
The next morning.
The sunlight was just right, spilling into the spacious and cozy children’s room.
The two brothers, one big and one small, were sleeping next to each other.
Even though Xing Ye had resisted many times, saying he was grown and should sleep on his own, Little Yuan was unwilling and insisted on being with his brother.
Sure enough, it was Xing Ye who woke up first.
As he opened his eyes, he saw his brother sprawled over him like an octopus, and his brow twitched.
Although he furrowed his little brows, Xing Ye still tried to move carefully, gently lifting Little Yuan’s small arms and legs off himself before getting out of bed.
He changed into the clothes his mommy had prepared for him the night before and went alone to the bathroom to wash up.
The series of actions was carried out seamlessly, orderly, and regularly, showing the excellent education he had received from a young age.
After tidying himself up, Xing Ye glanced again at his brother, who was sleeping sprawled out on the big bed, shook his head helplessly, walked over to pull the blanket over his brother’s round belly, and then left the room.
He was the older brother; taking care of his younger brother was naturally a given, wasn’t it?
He went downstairs by himself, where breakfast was already being prepared in the kitchen. He walked over to the dining table and sat down.
The servant soon came over to set the table for him.
"Keep Little Yuan’s portion, make it for him when he wakes up." At the age of five, Xing Ye was already taking care of his little brother like a little adult.
