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To conserve energy, during the entire journey, Shen Qingyou leaned against Qing Cang's shoulder, closing her eyes to rest. Occasionally, when she thought he wasn't looking, she would sneak a glance at him. The wind outside the car swept through her thick black hair, and the light reflected off her forehead, making her eyes sparkle like spring water. She smiled comfortably; this man, who seemed almost godlike, was actually her husband. Everything felt like a dream.
"Keep looking, and I'll start charging you!"
With a mischievous glance at her, it was rare for him to make such a move, yet he looked good doing it—there was a hint of wickedness in his demeanor, but he shone like glass. His lips curled into a sly smile that created a dizzying whirlpool.
"Do you think you're a national treasure giant panda? The national treasure giant panda is a friendly ambassador of peace for China. Tomorrow, I’ll even put a friendly label on you and send you straight to Syria; I hear they have a trend of polyandry there!"
Qing Cang looked at Shen Qingyou, who appeared carefree and radiant. Suddenly, he lowered his head and unexpectedly placed a quick kiss on her forehead, like a cat that had stolen something and was afraid of being caught. He quickly turned his gaze out the window, no longer looking at Shen Qingyou.
"I didn't see anything; I didn't see anything. Just pretend I don't exist!"
Zhang Xiaoli shook her head vigorously. Privately, she was filled with envy for Shen Qingyou. When would someone like Qing Cang appear in her life? Not only was he ruggedly handsome and deeply cultured, but he was also a romantic. Watching how he doted on Shen Qingyou made it seem as if his affection would overflow.
Jiuxiang appeared to tourists as a magnificent cave with an intricate layout and towering rock formations—a masterpiece crafted by nature itself. The three of them got out of the car. In April, the season was already peak tourist time in Yunnan. When Shen Qingyou saw the throngs of people at the entrance, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue in an unconscious gesture that Qing Cang found incredibly cute.
To avoid being swept away by the crowd, Shen Qingyou tightly held onto Qing Cang's large hand. Inside the cave, the overlapping lights illuminated the lava formations and cast green hues on their faces, resembling eerie green ghosts from hell—chilling and suffocating.
Zhang Xiaoli skillfully led Shen Qingyou and Qing Cang through the depths of the cave while chattering about its wonders. The colorful lights projected an otherworldly space that was beautifully breathtaking.
"Serene, let me sing you a song!"
"Here?"
"Arise, ye who would not be slaves!"
A deep voice powerfully sang "March of the Volunteers." Shen Qingyou rolled her eyes, wondering what was going on. She thought he would sing a heartfelt love song instead.
"Hey? Isn't this Spider Cave?"
Shen Qingyou pointed at the name of the cave above her head. "Where are those beautiful and sexy spider spirits?" Tilting her head, she thought for a moment. "Oh, they must have been scared away by your singing!"
"Pfft!"
Zhang Xiaoli in front laughed out loud again, turning her head. Suddenly, Shen Qingyou shouted, "There's a ghost!"
A ghost? Where is the ghost?
"You're the ghost!"
The green light from the scenic lamp on the lava fell perfectly on Zhang Xiaoli's face, and with her bright smile showing white teeth, she looked just like a man-eating ghost.
"Is that how it should be?"
Rolling her eyes dramatically, Zhang Xiaoli suddenly spread her arms and lunged toward Shen Qingyou. Her heart jolted, and that sharp pain began to spread from her heart to her limbs. Instinctively, she shouted, "Qing Cang!"
"Xiaoli, stop messing around!"
With a fierce glare, she shot a warning look at Zhang Xiaoli. "Aren't we talking about you? Your sister is not well; don't scare her!"
"Serene, it's okay, it's okay!"
Around them, a group of tourists passed by, casting surprised glances at the three of them. Someone in the group muttered, "Look at them, scared to death just entering a cave. They must have done something wrong."
Qing Cang shot a fierce glare at the group, his cold gaze seeming as if it could tear apart the speaker's mouth, his face dark with anger.
In the corner, Zhang Xiaoli kept rubbing the hem of her clothes, resembling a wronged daughter-in-law. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears about to spill over as she looked pitifully at Shen Qingyou, then stole a glance at Qing Cang, whose thin lips were pressed tightly together and radiated intense anger.
"Cang, I'm fine. Look at you; you've made Xiaoli cry!"
"Sister, I didn't cry! I didn't cry!"
Zhang Xiaoli was just a twenty-one-year-old girl. Usually, life was smooth and cheerful for her; she had always been bright and sunny. In the past, she had joked with guests in caves to lighten the mood. However, today things had backfired unexpectedly, scaring Shen Qingyou. It wasn't intentional; she felt a bit wronged. With Shen Qingyou's words, though she hadn't cried out loud, her voice was already thick with nasal tones.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoli. I was too anxious just now!"
Qing Cang apologized to Zhang Xiaoli, who immediately broke into a smile and wiped her tears with the back of her hand while asking, "Brother, what's wrong with her?"
The amber eyes suddenly lost their glass-like luster. His long eyelashes lowered as he avoided the gazes of Shen Qingyou and Zhang Xiaoli. He softly replied, "It's nothing; just scared."
"Alright, alright! Let's hurry up and go. Aren't we on a tight schedule? Everyone should stop delaying!"
The cheerful voice sounded full of energy. Shen Qingyou put away her doubts and walked to Zhang Xiaoli's side, linking arms with her as they continued toward the cave.
The sudden sunlight made Shen Qingyou feel slightly uncomfortable; she flipped her hand over and squinted her eyes before suddenly turning around with a big smile directed at Qing Cang.
When Qing Cang's gaze met Shen Qingyou's face, he felt as if he were bathing in sunlight; the woman before him radiated brilliance, and the bright smile on her lips burned his eyes.
Shen Qingyou jumped onto a rock, standing high above, carefully observing the man walking towards her with a satisfied smile.
"What are you doing? With that mischievous grin?"
"I'm smiling so brightly, and you're still wearing that bad smile. You look so sunny, yet your heart is so dark!"
"My heart is dark? You know, when you’re thinking of doing something bad, your mouth naturally curls up like a rogue!"
Qing Cang walked to the bottom of the rock, stretched out his arms, and hugged Shen Qingyou down. "The mountain wind is so strong; you look like a fairy descending from the heavens. Instead of colorful ribbons fluttering around, all I see is chaos!" As he spoke, Qing Cang brushed aside the messy strands of hair covering her face.
"Brother, Sister, stand still; let me take a picture of you!"
Zhang Xiaoli raised her camera, and with the click of the shutter, she captured this beautiful moment.
"Brother, Sister, right ahead is the highest peak of Jiuxiang. Look at the summit; doesn’t it resemble a fairy?"
Following Zhang Xiaoli's direction, a peak surrounded by clouds appeared in Shen Qingyou and Qing Cang's view. The white clouds accompanied by layers of green looked like a fairy's garment. She stood there quietly, elegantly and peacefully, gazing at the steps leading to the summit. Shen Qingyou felt her heart surge with excitement once again.
"Hey, if we stay at the summit tonight, will we tarnish the fairy?"
According to their plan, they would stay at the hotel on the summit tonight and enjoy the sunrise tomorrow before descending.
"Evil woman!"
Women are inherently passionate when they love deeply. When their hearts are filled with love for a man, they always hope to leave memories of their affection in every meaningful place. Shen Qingyou was no exception; her relationship with Qing Cang was open and direct. She longed for their union because of the beauty of love that brought her deeper attachment—not just physically but also spiritually.
In the previous moment, they were sweetly talking to each other, but in the next second, both sides were arguing heatedly over a single issue. Qing Cang insisted on taking the cable car up, while Shen Qingyou was determined to climb step by step. The two exchanged words, arguing endlessly.
Qing Cang's unwillingness to compromise made Shen Qingyou's eyes redden. With a pair of clear eyes filled with sorrow, she looked at Qing Cang and said, "Don't you want to climb to the peak with me and share the pain and joy of the journey together?"
"Serene, it's not that I don't want to. Your body has just recovered, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it!"
"Don't I know my own body? Or do I have some other illness that you haven't told me about?"
"Fine, I'll listen to you!"
Qing Cang's concession marked the initial victory for Shen Qingyou. She immediately became like a joyful bird, rushing towards the stacked steps. "Qing Cang, do you know? Before, if any man proposed to me, I would make him carry me up Huangshan, because there are nine hundred and ninety steps, symbolizing everlasting love!" Suddenly, Shen Qingyou felt a pang in her heart. She realized that the pain experienced in life is never something that can be predicted for long; what is called everlasting cannot withstand the test of time. Today, standing on this peak, everything they had gone through seemed no longer so deeply etched in her memory.
"Qing Cang, why don't you just quit your job?"
In this secluded valley and empty mountain, experiencing a life like Yang Guo and Dragon Maiden's seems quite appealing. In today's city, people always wear masks in their lives; the bustling world constantly intrudes upon the love that men and women try to maintain.
"Sure! This time when I go back, I'll submit a report saying I've been enchanted by a fairy and want to live like a mountain dweller!"
Qing Cang's nonchalance made Shen Qingyou smile faintly. How could she have such childish thoughts?
The sunlight on the plateau filtered through the dense bamboo forest, casting sparse patches of light on Shen Qingyou's side face. The bluestone steps bore the marks of their hands held together as they walked along, leaving traces of their journey.
If only it were possible to hold your hand like this until we grow old in a desolate land.
If only time could forever cease to flow and remain in this beautiful moment.
If possible, I would be willing to crawl and worship your kindness, hoping that this happiness lasts forever in the world!
"Brother, why don't you all like taking photos? Hurry up and take more! In the future, when there's nothing to do, we can look back at them; they hold great commemorative value!"
Zhang Xiaoli turned around from the steps, looked at them, and raised her camera. Shen Qingyou instinctively raised her hand to block: "Don't take pictures; I'm drenched in sweat and look terrible!"
"Look terrible? In my heart, you are the most beautiful!"
With that, Qing Cang pulled Shen Qingyou to a nearby open space filled with stone peaks. Behind them stood a towering stone wall with the words "Mountain Sea!" boldly written on it. Against such a backdrop, they appeared so insignificant.
"Xiaoli, hurry up and take more shots!"
"Are you silly? The same scenery and the same people—what's the point of taking more? We should capture different views!"
Her clear eyes sparkled like glass under the mottled sunlight. Qing Cang tightly embraced Shen Qingyou's shoulders, capturing this eternal moment.
Regarding taking photos, Shen Qingyou always felt somewhat resistant. She often thought that standing next to the tall and handsome Qing Cang, she looked like an ugly duckling. Sometimes, out of boredom, she would take close-up selfies of the two of them leaning against each other with her phone. But every time she glanced at them, she couldn't help but delete them. Qing Cang's smile was always elegant and charming, while hers resembled that of a lovesick girl.
"Brother, Sister, you should change your poses too! Always the same pose; it's so monotonous!"
Neither of them were photography experts. Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou, who leaned against his shoulder with a very official smile. It was just a photo taken for the sake of taking a photo. Therefore, their poses were repetitive—same background, same posture—which made Zhang Xiaoli feel troubled about taking a few shots for this girl.
"Brother, why don't you stand behind Sister on that rock and strike a signature pose like RSE and JAK? With her long hair flowing, it would definitely look stunning!"
"No way!"
Qing Cang flatly refused, "Rose and Jack are a tragedy, not suitable for us!"
His expression changed faster than one could blink; it was just a photo after all. "Come on, come on, Jack, I'll remember you, Jack, Jack!" Shen Qingyou suddenly mimicked Rose's lines from the last scene of Titanic, extending her arms towards Qing Cang, "Jack, Jack!"
What started as a spontaneous joke quickly turned serious. Qing Cang's face darkened like Zhong Kui, coldly turning away and refusing to look at the playful Shen Qingyou. He lowered his head and climbed up the stairs, step by step, leaving behind a silhouette stretched by the dusk for Tang Ying.
"Sis, what's wrong with Brother?"
Zhang Xiaoli held up her camera, looking confused.
"Nothing, he must have gone mad!"
Shen Qingyou shrugged casually. "Xiaoli, let's go!"
The idea of taking photos seemed to have left a shadow in everyone's hearts. As they walked on, no one suggested taking pictures again. Instead of people, they focused on the scenery. Shen Qingyou held her camera high and snapped photos in a fit of defiance. After all, she had also been to Yunnan and had hiked up Shennv Peak.
"Sis, are you okay? Can you keep going?"
Zhang Xiaoli supported Shen Qingyou, sitting down on a nearby stone bench and taking the water she offered. Shen Qingyou tilted her head back and gulped down the water. A refreshing stream flowed from her throat throughout her body. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the endless stairs ahead, panting as she asked, "Xiaoli, how much further do we have?"
Damn Qing Cang, leaving them two weak girls behind while he rushed ahead to the summit alone. How ungrateful! They were supposed to reach the top together, yet he ran off by himself!
Shen Qingyou glared ahead in frustration. In contrast to her heavy breathing, Zhang Xiaoli appeared calm and steady, breathing evenly. This Shennv Peak, though not climbed every day of the year, was one she hiked almost every other time she visited. Even if guests chose to take the cable car, she would still hike up alone because enjoying the climb was what mattered; reaching the peak without effort held no joy.
Just as the two were resting, Qing Cang suddenly appeared behind them, his eyes red and looking at Shen Qingyou with deep sorrow.
"Hey, what's wrong with our Qing Young Master? Is it because you're so handsome that you've been taken advantage of by the mountain's female ape people? You look so pitiful, just like Lin Mei Mei!"
Given Qing Cang's sudden departure earlier, Shen Qingyou said with a hint of jealousy.
Qing Cang glanced at her and without a word squatted down in front of her.
"What’s up? Trying to atone for your sins?"
Before Shen Qingyou could finish, Qing Cang casually draped her arm over his shoulder, wrapped his hands around her waist, and lifted her onto his back.
"Put me down, put me down!"
Passersby A, B, and C all threw ambiguous glances their way. Shen Qingyou's face turned bright red as she pounded her small fists against Qing Cang's back, making dull thudding sounds. Qing Cang adjusted her position slightly and continued to carry her as if no one was watching, striding confidently toward the mountaintop.
Behind them, Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help but take out her phone to capture this moment of the man. It was almost embarrassing to take a photo of a man who usually seemed so aloof doing something so touching for a woman that it could bring her to tears without hesitation, as if it were completely natural.
As the sun set and the weary birds returned to their nests, Shen Qingyou leaned on Qing Cang's shoulder and stopped struggling. Breathing in the affectionate scent emanating from him, she suddenly felt a pang in her nose and asked, "Qing Cang, why are you so good to me?"
Hearing the thick nasal tone from behind him, Qing Cang pretended to be strong as his lips twitched slightly. "I'm your husband. If I don't treat you well, who will? I've already married you; do you want to go back on that? The country has clear regulations for officers; we must maintain family harmony!"
"That's just sophistry!"
Shen Qingyou playfully wrapped her arms around his neck. "You clearly love me so much!"
"Yeah, I love you to death. Without you, I can't live!"
"This is more like it!"
Bite gently bit Qing Cang's earlobe, her soft pink tongue swirling around it a few times. After feeling Qing Cang's body suddenly tense up, Shen Qingyou suddenly threw her head back and laughed heartily. She enjoyed seeing the way he was unable to resist her provocation, his expression one of unfulfilled desire, softening the firmness on his face. Watching his thin lips pressed tightly together, struggling to suppress himself, was just too cute.
"Cang, are you tired? If you're tired, let me down!"
"I'm not tired. During military drills, I've carried sandbags that weigh about the same as you!"
"How heavy are those sandbags? Only about eighty or ninety kilograms!"
"Hey, am I that heavy?"
"In my heart, you weigh more than anything!"
The anger that had just flared up in her vanished instantly with Qing Cang's next words. She felt touched, not caring about how romantically he planned their wedding or how many surprises he brought her. It was this gesture, this casual remark that lingered in her heart like honey flowing with sweetness and happiness. These tiny moments were the essence of life; the beautiful flowers and fine wine represented love, not marriage. The gratitude that could touch the depths of her soul was the true meaning of happiness.
"We're here! We're here!"
Shen Qingyou pointed towards the mountain peak. After three hours, they were finally nearing the summit.
"Don't move!"
Qing Cang let out a pained sound. Did this girl not realize how distracting her softness pressed against his back was?
Completely immersed in excitement and joy, Shen Qingyou didn't notice Qing Cang's struggle at all. She was as happy as a child, twisting on Qing Cang's back and clapping her hands: "Forward! Forward! Comrades, victory is just ahead!"
Unable to bear it any longer...
Qing Cang shouted in his heart and hurriedly ran towards the mountaintop with Shen Qingyou on his back.
"Wait, wait!"
What was wrong with this ancestor? Fortunately, it was dusk, and the dense jungle cast large shadows, allowing people to overlook that Qing Cang had turned a shade of purple and that there was an obvious bulge in his lower region. Otherwise, it would have been utterly embarrassing; all of his bright image in this life would be ruined by this woman.
"Is this the last step?"
"Yes?"
Qing Cang was eager to take a step forward. In his current situation, he felt like an arrow on the bowstring, unable to hold back; the bullet was already chambered, yet she wanted him to stop?
"Wait, let me down!"
Releasing his grip, Shen Qingyou jumped off Qing Cang's back. The setting sun cast a faint golden outline around her, and her soft hair shimmered gently on her shoulders like delicate flames, illuminating Qing Cang's quiet and cool heart.
"On the last step, we have to hold hands and jump over together!"
Shen Qingyou held Qing Cang's hand like a child and lightly jumped onto the last step, looking at Qing Cang with a shallow smile: "Come on!"
"Childish!"
Although he mocked her childish behavior, Qing Cang still mimicked Shen Qingyou's actions, bringing his feet together and jumping onto the step. Shen Qingyou cheered, "Yay, my new life, here I come!"
Everyone present suddenly turned their heads. Qing Cang's facial muscles seemed to shrink as they twitched continuously. He grabbed Shen Qingyou and said, "Wife, I know what you're thinking, but you shouldn't rush out like this!"
Huh?
What did she say?
Qing Cang leaned close to her ear and whispered gently. This Miss Shen immediately jumped up, exclaiming, "Qing Cang, my new life is not **!"
A magnificent silence fell over the crowd...
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