Throughout the entire dining process, Qi Taiguo kept his eyes on Cheng Su, all thoughts of watching how others ate long discarded—he only needed to watch his wife.
Under the candlelight, she sat up straight, her movements with the knife and fork both graceful and skilled, without a hint of discomfort or shyness, even her gentle chewing was pleasing to watch.
Qi Taiguo was quite smitten!
"Eat up!" Cheng Su chided, looking at him.
"With beauty before me, I’m full just by watching you!" Qi Taiguo sincerely said.
Cheng Su pursed her lips and chuckled, "Still, you should eat first." She paused and then shyly added, "When we get home, you can look all you want."
Qi Taiguo’s eyes lit up, revealing a hint of a suggestive smile.
Cheng Su could tell what was on his mind. She felt a mix of warmth and excitement, and she didn’t know if it was the alcohol or something else, but her face felt warm. She picked up her wine glass to clink with his.
Clink!
The crisp sound of the wine glasses touching echoed, followed by a lingering hum, which was very sweet to hear.
"Husband, happy anniversary!" Cheng Su said with a smile.
"Happy anniversary!"
The two of them ate and whispered with laughter, the atmosphere warm and harmonious. When dessert came, the restaurant also presented a cake with "Happy Wedding Anniversary" written on it, along with a bouquet of red roses, and a violinist played a lingering wedding tune.
After the song finished and everyone had left, Qi Taiguo whispered, "I’ve heard how upscale and exclusive this place is, that ordinary people don’t dare to come in. I didn’t expect it to be true. This place truly is too posh, you really wouldn’t dare to walk in if your pockets weren’t full."
"It’s okay, no matter how upscale, we have the confidence to come in," Cheng Su said. Money is made to be spent; he’s thoughtful, and she’s happy—that’s worth the expense.
After finishing dinner at the western restaurant, carrying the take-home cake and the bouquet of roses, Qi Taiguo drove Cheng Su back home.
Once they put everything down and Cheng Su had arranged the flowers, they each went to remove their makeup and wash up.
By the time everything was sorted out, it was nearly eleven o’clock. Cheng Su, wearing an extremely sexy red nightgown, got into bed, which made Qi Taiguo’s eyes redden too.
"What are you doing? Aren’t you getting in?" Cheng Su playfully beckoned him with her finger.
Qi Taiguo’s throat tightened, and he promptly closed the door with a bang and walked over.
"What a fool!" Cheng Su hooked his neck and leaned in for a kiss.
"Wait!" But Qi Taiguo suddenly pulled away, getting up to take out a red velvet box from the cabinet.
Cheng Su guessed what it was and sat up straight.
Qi Taiguo opened the box, inside was a pair of simple yellow gold wedding bands, without any pattern—just plain rings, bright golden.
Cheng Su’s heart raced with excitement.
Qi Taiguo took the smaller ring and slid it onto her ring finger, saying, "When we got married, we didn’t even have wedding rings. Now I’m making up for it; don’t be mad at me."
Cheng Su’s eyes grew warm, "Why would I be mad? Now is the perfect time!" Because now, they were truly married, she responded, fitting the men’s ring onto his ring finger.
Their hands together, the simple bands already signifying their marital bond.
They were truly husband and wife now!
"Susu, I swear here, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, I will never leave you." Qi Taiguo said, looking at her.
Cheng Su placed her hand in his palm, "May we stay by each other’s side for life and death, never parting even when our hair turns white."
Only then did Qi Taiguo smile, teasing the strap of her nightgown, leaning in for a kiss, utterly tender and affectionate.
The light flickered softly, the room filled with seductive charm.