Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 198

Han Jue questioned me repeatedly, his voice clear yet hoarse, his body trembling slightly with excitement. I listened with a frown, then suddenly shouted sharply, "Yi Han! Don't come any closer! Let me handle this myself!"

Yi Han paused, her breathing became slightly rapid, and she unconsciously exuded an icy aura, but in the end, she remained quietly in place.

I grabbed Han Jue's hands and pulled them off my shoulders. I stared intently into those familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes and asked, word by word, "Han Jue, do you want to know who Zi Mo is?"

Han Jue trembled violently, staring at me blankly for a long time before finally saying, "You're willing to tell me?"

I know in my heart that it was all because of my mistaken belief. Through his sorrowful reminiscence and my heartfelt admiration and praise, I had sparked an irresistible interest in Zi Mo in him. If I don't untangle the knot in his heart, he will never find peace in this lifetime.

I smiled, held up my hand to his eyes, and said softly, "He also has brown eyes, not as beautiful as yours, but more gentle and reserved. Most of the time he's lazy, with a faint smile on his face, and he doesn't seem interested in anything. But, as long as he's willing, I feel that even the biggest problems can be solved by him. Zimo is my teacher, my friend, and one of the most important people in my life."

I paused, then my lips parted into a wide grin, my smile becoming as bright and radiant as the rising sun: "Jingyuan, do you believe me? Zimo's surname is Han, his given name is Fei, and his courtesy name is Zimo. He is your direct descendant from 150 years in the future!"

As the sun slowly set, candles were lit in the hall. I nestled in Yihan's arms, while he leaned against the bed, holding a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup, feeding me spoonful by spoonful. I snatched the spoon from him and forced him to eat two full spoonfuls as well, before smiling and snuggling back into his arms.

It was chilly in early spring, and my hands and feet were always cold. Yi Han pulled the blanket over me. He suddenly asked, "Are you going home tonight?"

I nodded, my heart heavy, but then I cheered up and looked up, saying, "When I went back last time, Uncle Liu told me that Xu Lie's condition had improved a lot. His gunshot wound was healing very well, which increased the chances of a successful craniotomy. I believe Xu Lie will pull through..."

My lips were fiercely sealed, and my joyful voice was swallowed. Yi Han released me after a long while, gritting his teeth, "Do you really have to go back? Besides your husband and the most important person in your life, who else is there?"

I stood there dumbfounded for a while, then suddenly grabbed his face and burst out laughing, "Jealous! Jealous! Someone's jealous!"

Yi Han snorted heavily, turned his face away sullenly, and remained silent.

"Hey!" I nudged him. "Hey! Are you really angry?" I kept nudging him. "Actually, there's a way to stay here forever! Want to hear it?"

Yi Han clearly began to waver, and asked, looking down, "What method?"

I hooked my arm around his neck, kissed his lips passionately, then released him, my eyes sparkling, and murmured, "Of course, it's because you love me more, you've mesmerized, that I don't have the energy to think about anyone else, so naturally I can't go back!"

"Lin Yu!!" Yi Han couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed me, spun me around, and glared at me fiercely. "Are you kidding me?"

Ignoring his anger, I hooked my arm around his neck, snuggled into his embrace, and said softly, "Yihan, I want to have that child. Whether it meets my expectations or not, he is still my child. I will not be able to bear abandoning him, and I will miss him, but I believe that when Xu Lie wakes up, he will raise him well and love him. The child will become his support and slowly heal the wounds I left him. Although he will not have a mother, many people will love him, and the child will definitely be happy."

"Yihan..." I hugged him tightly, speaking softly but resolutely, "My feelings for you have never wavered, and I have never thought of cheating on you. I'm not that despicable. Love is a promise of only one. Since I've given you my only love, I will never give it to anyone else. After we have our child, I will stay in this world forever, by your side. Yihan, can you wait for me?"

Yi Han hugged me tighter and said coldly, "You've waited five years, what do you say?" He sighed softly, his tone slowly turning desolate and fearful. "I'm just afraid... he was the person you loved most, the father of your child, and he lived in the same world as you. I know you'd rather stay in that world than stay here. And what makes me so confident that you'd choose me?"

“And what about me?” I looked up at him intently. “You are now the King of Wind Chant, the overlord who reigns supreme over the world. What kind of beauty on the continent of Ishu can’t you have? Your respected master is stopping us, your childhood sweetheart has a crush on you, so what makes me so confident that you will choose me? Do you think everyone can give up their kingdom for a beauty?”

His deep purple eyes shimmered, and Yi Han slowly lowered his head to kiss my lips with utmost tenderness.

Who can be so confident that the person they love will definitely choose them? We simply believe that we love each other, and that we will definitely be together. That's all.

Chapter 46 Hourglass

Garan's Diary

Saturday, March 15, 2003, Sunny

What exactly does it feel like to be awestruck? The man I stood below the stage, looking up at, was a man I could never share the same world with. He was so fierce, so proud, so radiant, while I was nothing but humble, utterly insignificant.

I think I envied him somewhat. Such a person, more fiery than the blazing sun, more proud than the bamboo in winter, and more dazzling than a spotlight, lived a flamboyant, noble, and unrestrained life, living a life completely different from mine. Therefore, I remembered his name—Xu Lie.

When I woke up this morning, I felt very hot and restless. My back was covered in a thick layer of sweat, which clung to my cotton pajamas like a lump of mud. I opened my eyes and saw that the air conditioner wasn't working. I figured my mom must have secretly turned it off in the middle of the night to avoid upsetting the baby.

I came out of the bathroom after taking a hot shower, and I heard my mother's voice downstairs. Her voice was slightly raised, with a deep quality that was unique to her age. It sounded like the middle notes played on a high-quality piano.

I hurriedly agreed and went downstairs. As soon as my mother saw me, she started nagging again: "Why are you only wearing a shirt? What if you catch a cold? You're pregnant, don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

I glanced out the window and laughed, "Mom, look how strong the sun is outside. The ground is all white. It must be the autumn heat wave these days. If you wear more clothes, I'll get heatstroke before I even catch a cold."

My mother couldn't argue with me, so she just grumbled a couple of times and gave up. But because she was a little sulky, she didn't talk to me much during the meal. I silently ate my breakfast of porridge, fried eggs, and side dishes, picking at my food haphazardly. I didn't have a good appetite and felt like something was stuck in my throat, ready to vomit at any moment.

Not wanting to worry my mother, I forced myself to drink the porridge. My mother was still grumbling something, but I was so distracted that I only caught one sentence: "Lanlan, Xu Lie's surgery should be successful, right?"

I turned to look out the window. A large locust tree stood quietly in the garden, reminding me of the telephone poles I used to see in the countryside, standing there so lonely and lifeless. It was tall, yet it felt weary.

A car horn beeped outside the door, and the older brother shouted at the top of his lungs, "Lanlan, hurry up, the surgery is about to begin."

I awoke as if from a dream, and hurriedly stood up. My vision blurred for a moment, but I felt no fear, only a slight dizziness. The distinctive smell of burning gas in the kitchen, mingled with the aroma of food, wafted over me, heavy and thick, like a distant memory.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003. Sunny and hot.

It's hard to imagine what it would feel like for a man in a shirt to sit and smoke under the scorching sun, especially one as handsome and elegant as him. The sun, the heat, the sweat, the smoke—all intertwined, create a suffocating, sticky atmosphere. But for him, it was like a beautiful painting; everything in the world seemed still, the only movement being the rising wisps of smoke!

A man sat in front of a fountain, with long, slender fingers and thin, beautiful lips. Sunlight reflected off the water onto his face, illuminating his indifferent and cold expression. He was somewhat arrogant, somewhat lonely, and his deep, handsome features were captivating.

I really didn't expect to see Xu Lie by chance one day during summer vacation. I think it was a wonderful day. And I wish every day could be this good.