Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2155: Chapter 2154: Happiness Will Not Fly Away

Wen Jin’s heart tightened slightly.

The next moment, he reached out and pulled Jing Xiaocha into his embrace.

The moment Jing Xiaocha was pulled into his arms, her body stiffened abruptly.

The familiar male scent disrupted her thoughts, and her face was pressed against Wen Jin’s chest, his broad and warm hand holding her head.

His other hand wrapped around her waist.

Such an overbearing embrace, yet gentle, pulling her into his arms and skillfully avoiding her injured right arm.

“Happiness won’t fly away.”

The deep, warm male voice sounded above her head, and the feeling in Jing Xiaocha’s heart was too complex to distinguish—happiness, sweetness, being moved, or unease…

It seemed that every emotion was present.

But happiness and being moved gradually took precedence, and Wen Jin’s warm embrace made her reluctant to leave, allowing herself to stay quietly held by him.

Time passed, second by second, ticking away, every moment filled with the taste of sweet happiness.

Neither of them spoke again, savoring this quietly held happiness.

At this moment, Wen Jin felt an extraordinary sense of peace in his heart. He was once again certain of his feelings for Jing Xiaocha; unknowingly, she had already taken up residence in his heart, setting up camp, impossible to drive away.

“Xiaocha.”

After a long while, Wen Jin pulled Jing Xiaocha out of his arms, putting a bit of distance between them, his gentle gaze locking onto hers.

Jing Xiaocha blinked, her previously fair cheeks now tinged with a shy blush.

The corners of her brows and eyes were laced with gentleness.

Wen Jin’s lips curved into a shallow smile, looking at her with a hint of indulgence, his voice deep and sincere, “I don’t want to speak sweet words to you or promise to love you for a lifetime.”

“…”

Jing Xiaocha gazed into his dark eyes, which held a gentleness they never had before.

“But I am very sure now that the person I like is you, the one I want is you. So, Xiaocha, consider carefully whether you are willing to be with me, no matter if in the future, you or I no longer love each other, we don’t need to hide anything nor deceive each other.”

Wen Jin’s voice resonated quietly in her ear, every word clear and serious.

What he said indeed didn’t fit the typical confession words from other men, unlike others who easily made solemn pledges.

But his words were the most genuine.

Especially in this materialistic society, in an era where love is like fast food, no one can guarantee they can love someone for a lifetime.

“Brother Wen.”

Jing Xiaocha didn’t know what to say, just softly called out once.

Wen Jin smiled, “I will always be the Brother Wen you love, and I will do my best to be good to you, to give you everything of mine.”

Striving to be always loved by her, also striving to love her until the last moment of life.

Jing Xiaocha suddenly felt her nose ache, a warmth spreading over her nose and into her eyes.

She couldn’t find words to describe the feeling in her heart. No one had ever treated her this way in her life.

Not even her biological mother, who after marrying another, no longer regarded her as important.

To please her husband and her husband’s son, she often scolded her, beat her, forced her to do all kinds of work.

Since childhood, Jing Xiaocha had been like an unloved weed, enduring hardship, forced to learn to be strong and optimistic.

Until she met Wen Jin, she felt the warmth of being cared for, the happiness of being looked after.

Thus, the days spent by Wen Jin’s side before going abroad were the happiest she had ever lived.

Wen Jin was the best to her among the people she knew, and such an outstanding man, how could Jing Xiaocha not fall in love with him?

Her heart had fallen for him.

From then on, no other man could ever step into her heart.

When she was drunk last time, she had said she liked Brother Wen so very much, knowing full well he was not the one she should love, yet couldn’t help but fall for him.

Even if this love was humble and in the dust, she would bloom the most brilliant flowers in the dust with her blood and tears.

Something slipped from her eyes, flowing down her cheeks.

Wen Jin’s gaze tightened, tenderly asking, “Xiaocha, why are you crying?”

“…”

Jing Xiaocha shook her head, raising her hand to wipe her tears.

Wen Jin caught her hand, his warm fingertips wiping away her tears. “Did I say something wrong, or did you not like what I said, and are sad?”

“No.”

Jing Xiaocha’s voice carried a hint of a sob.