Extra 1: Wedding

At this point, Owen's expression turned strange for a moment.

Because Marcus loved Hua Country culture, the servants in the manor understood some of Hua Country's language as well, so they reported it to the butler, who told Marcus.

After that, Marcus began investigating. Under his questioning, Duan Wei could no longer withstand the pressure and revealed everything.

Marcus gave Duan Wei a generous divorce settlement, enough for her to live without worries for the rest of her life.

But how could that amount of money compare to the entire Williams Family?

Duan Wei was unwilling to accept it and wanted to contact Xin Chun, but Owen found out and secretly stopped her.

His eyes were dark and cold. Owen would never allow Duan Wei to disturb Xin Chun again. After using a few methods, Duan Wei no longer dared to entertain such thoughts.

Xin Chun knew nothing about any of this.

Owen had no intention of letting him know, either. All he needed to do was be happy every day.

After some time passed, Xin Chun and Owen moved into their new home. On their first night there, Xin Chun had a dream.

In the dream, he saw what had happened after his death in his previous life.

He saw Owen's pained expression, saw that Owen could no longer pull himself together. Everything had been caused by losing him; no matter who tried to persuade him, it was useless.

Owen drowned himself in alcohol every day. His once neat, clean clothes were gone, his hair was disheveled, stubble covered his chin, and he was despondent and numb.

But one day, sunlight fell over Owen's eyelids. He opened his dark green eyes and stared blankly for a long while.

Then he got up and began tidying himself and the house. Once everything had been cleaned up, Owen put on neat clothes and went out. He visited every place he had once gone with Xin Chun.

Finally, at around 8:45 that evening, on a mountain road outside S City, his car was destroyed, and he died.

The fierce flames jolted Xin Chun awake.

He sat up abruptly in bed, drenched in cold sweat and terror. Tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and then he began to sob.

Owen was terrified. He hurriedly wrapped him in his arms. "Baby, why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Good boy, don't cry, it's..."

Before he could finish, Xin Chun threw himself into his arms and buried his face against him. He no longer suppressed his voice, as though he were venting something.

Owen was rarely so flustered. He only knew to hold the person in his arms tightly, patting his back and soothing him softly.

Only after a long while did Xin Chun barely calm down. Sniffling, he raised his head and reached one hand toward Owen's back, his fingertips brushing over the scar.

His other hand moved downward, about to touch Owen's leg.

"Baby." Owen did not stop him. Lowering his head, he asked, "Did you dream about the car accident?"

"Mm."

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were red-rimmed.

Seeing this, Owen's heart ached terribly. He hurriedly held him even tighter. "Baby, dreams are fake. They're the opposite of reality. The car accident is already in the past. We're both fine."

"Now, we're both perfectly well. Look."

Xin Chun stared at Owen and caressed his face. Beneath his palm was warm skin, and lower down, a beating heart.

Only after truly touching those things did Xin Chun's panicked heart gradually settle.

He said, "From now on, you're not allowed to drive anymore. I'll drive."

"Okay." Owen agreed.

Xin Chun said, "Don't leave S City... at least, don't go anywhere for the time being, okay?"

"Okay." Even though the request was somewhat unreasonable and baffling, Owen patiently agreed to everything.

Xin Chun continued to murmur softly, "I still want to keep touching you."

"Okay." Owen agreed readily, thinking his hand was going to rest over his heart.

But Xin Chun's hand slipped beneath the covers...

Owen's back instantly stiffened. A muffled groan escaped his throat, and his eyes darkened.

Mornings were always a time when it was easy to get excited.

After receiving comfort for both his mind and body, Xin Chun began sticking close to Owen. Wherever Owen went, Xin Chun followed.

The dream had shaken him badly, and he still needed time to adjust.

Owen was more than happy with this. He liked Xin Chun this way, clinging to him and being so intimate with him.

Xin Chun's unease and fright slowly healed, but his waist gradually gave out.

"Owen, there's a saying in Hua Country: distance creates beauty. Have you heard it?"

"No."

"I don't believe you. You've definitely heard it. Even if you hadn't before, you know it now."

Owen raised an eyebrow. "So?"

Xin Chun said, "Should we give each other a little private space and stop sticking so close together?"

Owen said, "No. I want to be able to hold you whenever I want."

"You can hold me, but at night... could we not do it so often?" Xin Chun asked, blushing.

Owen could not help laughing softly. "Then, baby, how many times do you want?"

Xin Chun gave him a number.

Owen shook his head. "No. That's too few."

Xin Chun frowned. "That's not few, Owen. You... you need to restrain yourself a little too."

Owen thought for a moment, leaned closer, and whispered something into Xin Chun's ear.

Xin Chun's face flushed all the way down to his neck. Embarrassed, he said, "O-Okay, I agree."

Owen curled his lips into a smile, his deep, magnetic voice sounding. "Then, baby, I agree to your request too."

Later, Xin Chun discovered that he had fallen into Owen's trap. Fewer times did not mean the duration could not increase.

And his lips were always red and swollen the next day.

Ah, damn it.

Xin Chun and Owen did not hide the news of their relationship from their good friends. They could not meet for the time being, but they made a phone call.

After learning the news, Ke Hang shouted from the other end of the line, "What?! You and your boss are together?!"

Xin Chun moved the phone farther away. The noise made his ears hurt. "Yeah."

Ke Hang took a moment to calm down. "Wait, let me sort this out. Your boss... and you are together? Who made the first move? Don't tell me it was that time at the bar..."