MRFD Chapter 70
by VolareChen Ke Yao looked normal when he obediently went back to his room.
Rong Yi watched him lie down on the bed and tucked him in with the blanket, then went to cook. Although the kitchen was in a terrible state, fortunately, the rice cooker was unscathed and could be used to make some porridge for Chen Ke Yao. After rinsing the rice, adding water, plugging it in, and pressing the switch, Rong Yi stared at the indicator light on the rice cooker for a while, and a strange sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in his heart.
Of course, he felt sorry for Chen Ke Yao being sick and uncomfortable. But suddenly having the opportunity to be busy and take care of him like today made him feel a little happy. Chen Ke Yao had been accompanying the two elders on sightseeing tours every day these past few days, clearly tired, bored, and disrupting his biological clock, but he was still full of energy, probably for similar reasons.
When you like someone, having the opportunity to work hard and do something for them brings a strong sense of accomplishment.
Although Chen Ke Yao was often stupid to the point of being annoying, Rong Yi knew that he was now the apple of his eye. Chen Ke Yao wholeheartedly wanted to be good to him, he could feel it, he felt happy, and he didn’t want to give up yet.
Being with this person, both receiving and giving made him feel happy.
Living together is called being roommates. Supporting each other gradually turns it into a home.
His parents were leaving tomorrow. But in this city, he still had a home.
Filled with a strange sense of emotion, Rong Yi tiptoed open Chen Ke Yao’s door, wanting to check on him, only to find that this troublemaker had already gotten up.
But he hadn’t gotten out of bed.
Chen Ke Yao was squatting on the edge of the bed wearing thin pajamas, hugging his knees, looking down seriously, staring at his own slippers by the bed.
“What are you doing?” Rong Yi frowned and walked in, “If you’re getting up, at least put on some clothes.”
Chen Ke Yao heard the voice and immediately looked up, smiling when he saw Rong Yi.
His expression was filled with a mysterious silliness.
Rong Yi was a little puzzled: “What’s wrong? Did you think of something happy?”
Chen Ke Yao nodded, then patted the mattress next to him: “Come here, sit!”
Rong Yi first took a jacket from the back of the chair and draped it over him before sitting down next to him, then he also looked down at the slippers.
“What’s wrong?” He thought the slippers looked very ordinary, not at all remarkable.
Just as he finished speaking, he realized that Chen Ke Yao was no longer looking at the slippers. Chen Ke Yao was looking at him.
Rong Yi subconsciously shrank back: “What are you doing!”
“Do you remember what you promised me before,” Chen Ke Yao grinned foolishly at him, “to make me wontons when you got back.”
Rong Yi was stunned for a moment: “…I’ll make them for you when your stomach feels better. Are you still uncomfortable?”
Chen Ke Yao shook his head and continued, “I’m already better. I want to eat wontons.”
Rong Yi hesitated for a moment, then frowned. He took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Liu Yuan.
“Is Chen Ke Yao really bad at holding his liquor?”
Before Liu Yuan could reply, Chen Ke Yao’s head had already come over: “Who are you talking to?” As he spoke, he had already seen the words on Rong Yi’s screen, then nodded, “Oh, yes, I am pretty bad.”
“…”
“Shh,” Chen Ke Yao said softly, “Don’t tell anyone. I usually tell people I can’t drink because I have to drive, but actually, I just can’t drink at all. Hahahaha!”
“…”
Just then, the phone vibrated. Liu Yuan had sent a reply.
“I don’t know, he never touches it, says he has to drive. What’s wrong?”
Rong Yi felt a faint headache.
And Chen Ke Yao, who once again looked at his phone screen, frowned even more deeply than him.
“Liu Yuan?” He reached out and tried to hug Rong Yi, “Don’t look at him, look at me.”
Rong Yi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Are you jealous?”
Chen Ke Yao, who had already pressed him into his arms in a very twisted position, rested his head on his shoulder and nodded: “Yes.”
Rong Yi was stunned.
Then he quickly laughed out loud, and was a little excited.
How straightforward, he says everything you ask, so honest. It made people want to seize the opportunity to get more out of him.
Rong Yi licked his lips, and cleared his throat specially because of nervousness, then asked, “Do you love me?”
Chen Ke Yao shouted in his ear, “Nonsense!”
Rong Yi’s eardrums hurt instantly from the shock.
He slapped Chen Ke Yao hard on the back: “Can you be a little quieter!”
Chen Ke Yao replied very, very quietly: “Oh.”
“…” Rong Yi thought for a while, then asked, “Then what do you think of me?”
Chen Ke Yao didn’t say anything.
Rong Yi turned his head to look at him and found that he was smiling, and couldn’t stop smiling. He looked silly all over, making people couldn’t help but want to laugh along with him.
“Stop laughing, talk.” But Rong Yi still wanted to hear him praise him a few words, so he couldn’t help but urge him.
Chen Ke Yao was really obedient now, and immediately opened his mouth with a smile: “I think you have a really bad temper.”
“…”
Rong Yi almost put on a display of his bad temper on the spot.
Chen Ke Yao was completely unaware, and still smiling happily: “I suspect you were born in the year of the horse, you kick your hooves at the slightest disagreement.”
The most annoying thing at this time was that if he really lost his temper, it would confirm what this guy said about him having a “bad temper.”
Rong Yi didn’t want to hug him anymore, and tried to tear him off of himself by the collar.
“What’s wrong, you seem very dissatisfied with me?”
“Yes,” Chen Ke Yao actually nodded, but still hugged him like an octopus, refusing to let go, “There’s one thing I’ve always been bothered by.”
The two struggled awkwardly for a while, and finally rolled onto the bed.
Chen Ke Yao complained before Rong Yi could: “Don’t move around.”
Rong Yi was a little annoyed by his inconsistent words and deeds, and hesitated for a while before saying, “Be careful not to upset your stomach again.”
“It feels comfortable,” Chen Ke Yao crawled on top of him, “It feels especially comfortable like this.”
“…Aren’t you dissatisfied with me?” Rong Yi said with a frown.
“Yes,” Chen Ke Yao nodded, “The more I think about it, the more depressed I get. You used to call that bastard Mo Yufei ‘husband’ in front of me.”
“…”
What ancient history is this! Rong Yi felt speechless, and a little guilty.
Just as he was about to explain a few words, he heard Chen Ke Yao speak again.
“But you’ve never called me ‘husband’ yet.”
“…”
Rong Yi’s face flushed instantly.
“Why don’t you call me?” Chen Ke Yao asked, “Call me once.”
Rong Yi swallowed, his mouth opened, but he couldn’t make a sound. He felt his face burning, and even his head was a little dizzy.
The same title, he felt no burden when flirting with an artist far away in the sky whom he thought he would never interact with, but now, facing someone he truly wanted to spend his life with, he instantly became so nervous that his fingers were cramping.
Chen Ke Yao, still clinging to him, continued to whisper in his ear, “I want to hear my baby call me ‘husband’.”
“…”
Ba-, what baby?
Rong Yi was dizzy, and finally struggled to say, “…We’re not married yet.”
Chen Ke Yao was silent.
After about ten seconds, Chen Ke Yao suddenly jumped up.
“I think you’re being a little unreasonable,” He sat next to Rong Yi, frowning and looking down at Rong Yi.
Rong Yi, still a little dizzy, felt like he couldn’t keep up with this drunkard’s train of thought. He sat up with a confused expression: “What’s wrong with me?”
Chen Ke Yao counted on his fingers: “You can’t call me ‘husband’ because we’re not married yet. We can’t get married because we haven’t been together long enough. But I can’t help it that we haven’t been together long, I can’t adjust the progress bar.”
Rong Yi looked at his fingers and blinked a few times.
Chen Ke Yao moved closer to him: “I have a college classmate who got married two months after meeting on a blind date, and they’re doing well now, happily ever after. Otherwise, tell me, how long do you have to be together before getting married isn’t too fast?”
Rong Yi was extremely nervous: “I… that… you…”
“How long?” Chen Ke Yao continued to press.
Rong Yi swallowed.
He felt like he was being forced to marry by the drunkard in his pajamas, barefoot, with messy hair, and still confused.
But just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Chen Ke Yao wave his hand: “Forget it.”
Absolutely not. Rong Yi was anxious: “Don’t!”
Chen Ke Yao was unmoved. He turned around, simply got out of bed, swayed past his slippers, walked barefoot to the center of the room, and began to stare blankly.
“Put on your shoes,” Rong Yi said anxiously, “Do you want to get sick that much!”
Chen Ke Yao still ignored him, frowning as if he was seriously thinking about something, then strode to the closet next to the bookshelf.
Rong Yi chased after him with his slippers in his hand: “Put them on!”
Chen Ke Yao completely ignored him. After opening the closet door, he pulled out a small drawer in the middle. Then, he rummaged through the drawer and took out a square little box, and shoved it in front of Rong Yi.
As Rong Yi subconsciously reached out and took the small square box, Chen Ke Yao also took his slippers from his hand. He threw the shoes on the ground, and said while putting them on: “I should give it to you first, so that when you feel like enough time has passed, you can put it on at any time, and once you wear it, you can call me.”
Rong Yi was dumbfounded.
He carefully opened the box, and sure enough, as he expected, there was a silver ring inside.
Chen Ke Yao finally put on his shoes and looked up: “When you’re willing to marry me, then…”
Rong Yi snatched the ring from the box in a flash and put it on his ring finger with lightning speed.
“I’m willing!”
Compared to Rong Yi’s excitement, Chen Ke Yao, as the one proposing, was particularly calm. He nodded with satisfaction: “Then can you call me ‘husband’ now?”
“…”
“Why don’t you call me?” Chen Ke Yao asked.
Rong Yi’s face turned red again.
“…Isn’t this proposal a little too casual,” He looked down and looked back at the ring on his finger, unable to stop smiling as he spoke, “Shouldn’t you say something more to go with it?”
Chen Ke Yao was silent.
He frowned, pondering, and then suddenly looked enlightened.
Seeing him start to pace unsteadily around the room again, Rong Yi couldn’t help but be curious: “What are you looking for again? Did you even write a draft?”
“Yes.” Chen Ke Yao nodded.
Then, to Rong Yi’s surprised gaze, he opened the second drawer of the bedside table and took out a particularly thick envelope.
Rong Yi quickly walked over and peeked on tiptoe, finding four big characters written on the envelope.
“To Rong Yi”
The handwriting was very beautiful, obviously written by Chen Ke Yao himself.
But this letter, which should have been given to Rong Yi, was very rudely torn open by Chen Ke Yao himself, and a thick stack of letter paper was pulled out from inside.
Then he unfolded the letter paper, cleared his throat, and began to read.
“Dear Rong Yi, hello. This letter may be very sudden for you, but it is a decision I made after careful consideration. I have some things I want to say from the bottom of my heart…”
Rong Yi collapsed on the spot: “No, no, no, don’t read it! I beg you!”
“Oh,” Chen Ke Yao nodded, “The beginning is all nonsense, I’ll start with the important parts, wait a minute…”
As he spoke, he began to flip through the letter, and quickly cleared his throat again: “Actually, I don’t just want to eat the wontons you make…”
Why is it about the wontons again! So obsessed!
“No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Rong Yi jumped over and snatched the letter paper from his hand, “Please spare me!”
“You don’t need it?” Chen Ke Yao frowned and looked at him very dissatisfied, “Then call me!”