Guarding you in the fleeting years

  Lu Yi-Heng tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and smiled: "She knows me, I don't know her, does that count as being very familiar?"

  Nie Ziyu was speechless. "Mr. Lu, are you showing off your fame to me?"

  He made a thoughtful face and said lightly: "I have no intention of proving that marrying you was the right choice."

  Nie Zhen said, “......”

  "Yeah, getting married is still my treat, what a correct choice, right!" Who made him get married and still come in through the back door, who made him touch it and it's just a Chairman Mao note!

  Lu Yiheng, “……”

  "Mom and Dad asked when we're going to have our wedding ceremony, what do you say?"

  Nie Zhiyan smiled secretly in his heart, "Mr. Lu, you're also good at diverting the topic. I think it's better after the new year. Hmm, weddings are too troublesome, and preparing for a longer time is better."

  "Uh-huh."

  Nie Zhiyan couldn't help but smile lightly, and as the wind blew through the car window, she seemed to catch a whiff of happiness.

  Nothing is better than now!

  Lu Yiheng was watching financial news in the living room, Nie Zhiyan came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, her hair had grown very long, almost reaching her waist, and she was hunchbacked searching for something everywhere.

  Lu Yiheng's gaze only stayed on her for a second before returning to the TV screen, his eyes not leaving it, but his body stiffened.

  On TV, several experts were analyzing the current stock market trends non-stop, but Lu Yi Heng's attention was already focused on the petite figure behind him.

  Rosy cheeks, black hair like silk, slender and delicate legs... Lu Yiheng, what are you thinking about?

  It's not time yet.

  "Yiheng, have you seen my hair clip?" He was only wearing a thin shirt, her hand rested on his shoulder, soft and boneless. Lu Yiheng closed his eyes.

  "I didn't see anything." His voice was hoarse.

  "Oh, I'll look again," Nie Zhiyan touched his hair, walked around the sofa, and rummaged through the TV cabinet. "Where did it go? I don't remember."

  She leaned forward slightly, completely unaware that the spring light had leaked out more than half. Lu Yiheng's breathing suddenly stagnated, and in the moment before he forcibly shifted his gaze away, his eyes suddenly became as sharp as an ice knife.

  Nie Zhiyan still couldn't find it, rubbed his head, and walked to the bedroom in confusion. Suddenly, a cold and sharp voice came from behind him, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

  "Nie's words, stop."

  She turned around, the light was very bright, Lu Yiheng's tall figure slowly stood up, his face cold and sternly staring at her, as if he wanted to see a hole in her, she stood still on the spot.

  He strode up to her side.

  "What..."

  All her doubts were interrupted by his sudden action, and Lu Yiheng didn't give her any psychological preparation. With a "whoosh" sound, he pulled down the clothes on his right shoulder.

  Nie Zhiyan's eyes were wide open at that moment.

  "Nie's words, tell me, what is this?"

  If seven years ago, Lu Yiheng was radiant and sunny, seven years later when they met again, he was cold and distant. Then, at this moment, Lu Yiheng is someone Nie Zhiyan has never seen before - a furious Lu Yiheng.

  She wasn't scared, just a little startled.

  Lu Yiheng took a deep breath, reined in his emotions which were on the verge of losing control, and spoke again in a lowered voice. However, the hidden pain and shock on his face did not escape Nie's eyes. "Tell me, how did you get these three scars on your shoulder?"

  The wound on her shoulder... Nie Zhiyan glanced sideways, three scars, somewhat ferocious and ugly, she quickly pulled up her bathrobe to cover it, her eyes darting around, "...glass," Nie Zhiyan said in a low voice, "when we were eating outside, the glass fell down..."