Former wishes

  "Usually there's no one here?" Yi Shuihan's tone was clearly sarcastic: "Isn't the person having dinner with you tonight a human being?"

  An Lan was speechless, okay, he wanted to move so be it, after all, husband and wife should follow each other, although their marriage was just a transaction, but overall, it's still a marriage, isn't it?

  Since it's a marriage, she and he are husband and wife. She doesn't want to quarrel with him about where to live, no, actually she doesn't want to quarrel with him about anything, just wants to live a peaceful and quiet life.

  She silently turned around and walked into the bedroom to pack her things, but found a large suitcase and a luggage bag quietly placed there, apparently he had already packed before she came up.

  His hands and feet are still as fast as they were five years ago!

  When they came down from upstairs with their luggage, Yi Tianze was no longer in the living room. Even his car was gone from the yard. It seemed that after An Lan went upstairs, he also drove away.

  Yi Jia's mansion is about twenty kilometers away from the city center, but fortunately, it has passed the peak of traffic congestion. Yi Shuihan's car was driving a bit fast, and they arrived in twenty minutes.

  Yi Shuihan's apartment is located in the golden area of the city center, less than two kilometers away from his company Hai Mi Technology, and he bought this place mainly for convenience to go to work.

  An Lan didn't understand why he wanted to move out until she arrived at his apartment. Although the apartment wasn't big, about 100 square meters, it had two bedrooms and two living rooms, which completely avoided the awkwardness of sharing a room with her even when he was home.

  "Are you living in the guest room or am I?" An Lan stood in the living room, looking at the bedrooms on both sides and asked Yi Shuihan who was carrying a suitcase.

  "I'm hungry," Yi Shuihan replied irrelevantly.

  "Ah?" An Lan obviously didn't react in time.

  "I'm hungry," she said. Yi Shuihan gave her a white eye: "The doctor said you only have pneumonia, didn't say your ears had problems too."

  An was silent for a moment, then quietly turned around and walked towards the kitchen. It turned out that there was another advantage to moving out - he could turn his master's identity into his exclusive servant identity.

  Looking at the woman entering the kitchen, Yi Shuihan's mouth twitched slightly, then silently pulled the suitcase and luggage bag into the master bedroom.

  Who lives in the master bedroom and who lives in the secondary bedroom? His home only has one bed, the secondary bedroom is empty and he uses it as a storage room. Can a storage room be used for living?

  Anlan stood in the kitchen, which was as clean as a mirror and comparable to a furniture market's sample room. She couldn't see any signs of use in this kitchen, and she seriously suspected that food would be provided for her to cook.

  She really hoped there was no food to cook, so she could say to him with a clear conscience: "Sorry, a good cook can't make bricks without straw. If you're hungry, go find a restaurant to eat."

  However, when she opened the refrigerator door, her hopes were instantly dashed to disappointment, because there was actually food in the fridge, although not much, but enough for one person.

  Alright, An Lan resignedly took out the tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. She should have thought of it earlier, he said he was hungry at this time and place just to enslave her, how could he forget to prepare the props?

  Dai Anlan finished cooking the tomato and egg noodles in the master bedroom, calling out to Yi Shuihan. By then, both suitcases were empty, and he had quickly packed everything up again.

  The bed in the master bedroom was covered with a large red dragon and phoenix pattern, which was exactly the same as the one in their new home. An Lan was taken aback, not expecting him to bring this along.

  "Is it cooked so quickly?" He stood up with his empty suitcase and asked her who was standing at the door.

  "Uh-huh," she responded, seeing him come out with his luggage and asking another question: "That being the case, since you've chosen to stay in the master bedroom, I'll stay in the secondary one."

  "My next room has no bed and no furniture, I use it to pile up miscellaneous items," he replied calmly: "If you think it's better for yourself to be piled together with the miscellaneous items, then I have no opinion."

  She was speechless, looking helplessly at the milky white tassel sofa in the living room. Before she could even open her mouth, she heard him say again: "This suite only has one bathroom, and it's right in the master bedroom. I have a habit of locking the door when I sleep at night. If you don't go to the bathroom at night, sleeping on the sofa is fine with me."

  An Lan was speechless again, and could only resignedly walk towards the master bedroom. It seemed that even if she moved out of Yi's house, although they had different dreams, they still had to share a bed.

  Don't mention that she goes to the bathroom at night, even if she has the ability to hold her urine, she doesn't have the luxury of sleeping on the sofa every day. In fact, what she can't sleep on is the sofa, because she doesn't like sleeping in too soft a place.

  Just took out pajamas in the closet and was about to go to the bathroom for a bath, when Yi Shuihan's voice came from the dining room outside: "Gu Anlan, come out!"

  She quickly put down her pajamas and walked out, Yi Shuihan was sitting at the dinner table with his hand pointing to the bowl of tomato egg noodles and asked: "Why isn't it a package of tomato egg dumplings? I remember there's flour in the fridge, not noodles."

  "Because there's no sugar in your kitchen ingredients," she replied calmly: "I remember at the matchmaking meeting in March, Second Master said that egg dumplings without sugar are tasteless, so I made hand-pulled noodles instead."

  Yi Shuihan was suddenly speechless, had he ever said that before? Why couldn't he remember? It seemed like he had just said something about keeping her by his side to cook tomato and egg dumplings for a lifetime.

  An Lan saw that he had already picked up his chopsticks to eat noodles, and then turned around and walked into the bedroom. In fact, it was already late tonight, perhaps because she had gotten used to going to bed early for the past few days in the hospital, or perhaps because her pneumonia hadn't fully recovered yet. Anyway, she was feeling a bit sleepy.

  Although it's an apartment, Yi Shuihan's decoration is not sloppy at all, especially the bathroom. The area is quite large, about 20 square meters, and the bathtub, shower, and dry and wet areas are separated very well.

  There's an old Chinese saying... what was it again?

  Life and death are destined, wealth and nobility are in heaven? She thought of this and couldn't help but smile wryly, it seems that this is a famous saying.

  Five years ago, Yi Shui Han was still a poor young man who couldn't even afford three meals a day. At that time, she had never dreamed that he was the second son of Yi Xiangshan, the chairman of Hong Kong's Xu Ri Group.

  They still remember the small house they rented in Toronto, which had only one room and a hall. At that time, they were really poor, especially when it was almost the end of the month and their pockets were empty. The two of them even shared a hamburger together once.

  At that time, they were truly happy, even if it was just plain food and drink, they could taste the happiness.

  The apartment they rented was not big, and the bathroom was even smaller, only able to hold one person. Sometimes she would squat inside washing clothes, and he would need to come in to use the toilet, so she would have to carry out the washbasin full of bubbles before he could enter.

  At that time he asked her: "Anna, what is your greatest wish?"

  She squatted on the ground, rubbing the clothes full of bubbles while laughing and saying: "My greatest wish is to have a big bathroom, so when I wash my clothes, you go to the toilet, and I don't need to give way to you anymore."

  He burst out laughing at her grand wish: "You might as well say you hope to have a big bathroom, so when you take a bath, I can take one too, and we can take a pair-bath together!"

  Her face turned bright red, and she immediately threw the bubbles in her hand at him. He dodged and jumped behind her, his head rubbing against her shoulder, his thin lips hotly whispering in her ear: "Anna, do you want to take a swan bath with me?"

  Her face was as red as if she were sitting next to a fire, and she slightly turned her head to create some distance between their faces, but his thin lips came over to imprint on her pink lips.

  She was flustered, the wet clothes she had been wringing out in her hands fell to the ground with a 'plop', and her soapy hands were suddenly wrapped around his neck, as they kissed passionately at the entrance of the bathroom.

  It's been so long that she had clearly forgotten, but now standing in this spacious and bright bathroom, it suddenly jumped out from the deepest part of her memory.

  An Lan came out of the bathroom after washing up, but Yi Shui Han hadn't arrived in the bedroom yet. She wrapped a towel around her head and went to the living room to find a hair dryer. Not seeing Yi Shui Han's shadow, she heard his low voice coming from the balcony, probably talking on the phone.

  Fortunately, it wasn't hard to find the hair dryer, which was under the TV cabinet. She used it to quickly blow-dry her hair and returned to the bedroom. Just as she lay down, Yi Shuihan pushed open the door and came in.

  Seeing her already lying down and ready to sleep, he couldn't help but frown and ask: "Did you blow-dry your hair tonight?"

  "Ah, dried," she responded symbolically.

  He didn't know if he believed her or not, but surprisingly, he walked over and used his fingers to comb through her hair, nodding in satisfaction only when he felt that it was indeed dry.

  "That... yesterday was Yu Wei's birthday," he said, unclear whether it was to himself or an explanation for why he hadn't gone to her hospital room last night.

  "Oh," she replied listlessly, then yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first. Tomorrow afternoon, I still need to go to the hospital for an IV drip."

  An Lan finished speaking, reached out her hand, turned off the bedside lamp on her side, and then slightly closed her eyes.

  Yi Shuihan stood there, relying on the weak light to look at the woman lying sideways on the bed. Her slightly pale face looked exceptionally calm under the light of only one table lamp.

  His calm expression slowly faded away, and what surged up to his heart was inexplicable hatred. He then knew that he shouldn't have had any extravagant hopes; she simply didn't care about him.

  Last night, he didn't go to her ward. She didn't even make a phone call. Later, he rushed to the hospital, but because it was too late and past 12 o'clock, the security guard wouldn't let him go up. He called her, but she had turned off her phone.

  He and she, obviously got married three days ago, obviously a newlywed couple, but between them, where is there even a bit of the appearance of a newlywed couple?

  Anlan went to the hospital for an intravenous drip in the morning. It's not clear whether it's the seasonal transition from spring to summer, but there are so many people getting sick. The infusion room was even crowded with people waiting in line for their IVs.

  Deng Anlan had finished hanging up the three bottles of IV fluids in the infusion room, and it was already past 12 o'clock at noon. She was so hungry that her stomach was growling loudly because she hadn't eaten breakfast that morning.

  Actually, when she got up in the morning, Yi Shuihan had already bought breakfast back, but he bought cha siu bao for breakfast, and she didn't like that kind of sweet meat, so she didn't eat it directly.

  After the nurse removed the needle, she sat for five minutes until there was no bleeding before leaving. Just as she walked out of the hospital gate and was about to go to a restaurant on the opposite side of the street, her phone rang. She took it out and looked at it, and surprisingly, it was a call from Du Xiang, a teacher at the art school.

  "Gu Anlan, have you been transferred to a different ward or something? How did 1309 become an old auntie?" Du Xi's voice came from the phone.

  "I've been discharged," An Lan hastily told her: "Du Xi, are you still in the hospital?"

  "Yeah, I'm still on the 13th floor," Du Xiao's slightly complaining voice came through: "Gu Anlan, didn't you have pneumonia and were supposed to stay in the hospital for a week? How come you're discharged after just three or four days?"

  "My body has recovered quickly," An Lan smiled and explained: "Alright, I'm at the hospital entrance now, hurry up and come out, it just so happens that I want to go eat, let's go together, I'll treat you to lunch today."

  "Gu Anlan, I'm going to Mifang for dinner!" Du Hai shouted as soon as he saw her: "You heartless guy, you didn't even tell me when you were discharged from the hospital, and I ended up buying a bouquet of flowers for nothing today."

  Du Hai finished speaking and stuffed a bunch of carnations into An Lan's hand: "Look, wasted tens of dollars on me."

  An Lan smiled and took the carnations, saying: "No waste, no waste, I'll take them back and put them in a vase at home, isn't it the same? Besides, do you want me to stay in the hospital forever?"

  Du Hai didn't say a word and quickly changed the subject: "Let's hurry up and hail a taxi, it's three stops to Honey Avenue from here."

  "Why go to the Honey Workshop to eat?" An Lan pointed to the slanted street opposite: "Aren't there many restaurants over there? High-end ones too, and Western food as well."

  "The things at the Honey Workshop are delicious," Du Xian pulled her towards the taxi: "You're treating me to dinner, can't you even let me choose the place? Is there a wealthy lady as petty as you?"

  An Lan was speechless, she really didn't think that Mifang was delicious at all?

  When they arrived at the honey house, it was already after 1:30 pm, so they didn't need to wait for a seat as there were always empty seats available.

  "Take a seat here," said the waitress, leading them to a window-side booth and handing over elegant menus before retreating.

  An Lan had just sat down when she heard someone beside her shouting: "An Lan, what a coincidence."

  An Lan looked over in the direction of the sound, only to find that the seat next to her was occupied by Liu Yunxi, the fiancée of Shao Yifu, Yi Shuihan's older brother. And opposite Liu Yunxi sat - Ling Yuwei!

  It was precisely Liu Yunxi, who had been her bridesmaid before, that greeted her!

  An Lan hastily smiled and nodded: "It's quite a coincidence, I didn't expect you guys to come here for dinner too."

  "We're regulars here," Ling Yuwei spoke up before Liu Yunxi: "The owner of this store is a friend of Shui Han's."

  "Oh, no wonder Miss Ling is a regular customer. It turns out she's here to support the scene?" An Lan said after finishing this sentence and turned to Du Hai who was studying the menu: "We don't need to support the scene, let's hurry up and order, I'm starving!"

  On the other side, Liu Yunxi also said to Ling Yuwei: "Yuwei, I'll have a grilled eel dish and that's it. What about you? Are you still having the seven-tiered beef steak?"

  "It's already past 9, and after Muchen accompanied me to Hai Shang Huang for an early tea, I'm not even hungry now," Ling Yuwei elegantly picked up the menu and took a look, "I'll just have a cappuccino."

  "Can I just have a cup of coffee at noon?" Liu Yunxi slightly frowned and looked at her: "Or would you like another serving of spaghetti?"

  "No need, I've lost my appetite," Ling Yuwei put down the menu in her hand, leaned back, and looked disinterested.

  An Lan and Du Xi ordered a set meal for two, and finally Du Xi said to the waiter: "Add one more cappuccino for us."

  "Hey, our set meal comes with soup and juice," An Lan reminded Du Hai cautiously: "Can we drink that much?"

  "Go, the cappuccino at Honey Workshop is famous for being delicious," Du Hai glared at her: "This is Honey Workshop's recruitment coffee. If people who come to eat at Honey Workshop don't drink cappuccino, they will feel regretful."

  "Hmph..." An Lan burst out laughing: "Which coffee shop doesn't have Cappuccino? It's not like it's some rare kind of coffee."