The Chief Minister's Ferocious Wife

193 You Alone Are Enough

“It seems you are still drunk. Let me borrow a kitchen to cook some hangover soup for you.” Zhao Chuchu made an excuse to go out.

Xie Heng abruptly grabbed Zhao Chuchu’s hand. “No need. I’m just a little dizzy. I’ll ease up after a while.”

Zhao Chuchu looked down at the hand that had been grabbed.

Xie Heng, however, had no intention of letting go.

“Sit down.” Xie Heng patted the edge of the bed.

Zhao Chuchu was silent for a moment before sitting down.

“You hurt me.” Zhao Chuchu grimly looked at Xie Heng.

Xie Heng slightly loosened his grip but did not let go of Zhao Chuchu.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

Zhao Chuchu raised her eyebrows. “Afraid of you? Da Lang, are you underestimating me?”

“You seem to be avoiding me.”

“No, I’m just worried that you’ll have a headache if you’re hungover.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m already used to it.”

Zhao Chuchu always felt as if something was wrong when she heard this.

“I’ll be fine in a while,” Xie Heng said again.

Zhao Chuchu took it as satisfying a drunken kitten and didn’t break free.

Otherwise, she was afraid that Xie Heng’s hand would break.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a drink?”

Zhao Chuchu did not know what to say.

“Many years.”

“And how long have you lived?”

Xie Heng, however, didn’t want to say.

He didn’t want to be an old man in Zhao Chuchu’s mind.

“You wouldn’t be an old man, would you?”

Xie Heng pursed his lips and didn’t say anything.

Zhao Chuchu imagined for a moment and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then she reassured Xie Heng. “It’s okay. Even if you’re old, you’re still a good-looking old man!”

“I’m not an old man,” Xie Heng denied.

Being in his thirties shouldn’t be considered old, right?

“Don’t be afraid. You’ll have the chance to become an old man in this life.”

Zhao Chuchu was in a good mood.

She did not expect Xie Heng to mind his age.

“Will you be with me?” Xie Heng suddenly asked.

His burning gaze was scorching.

He stared at Zhao Chuchu with unblinking eyes.

There was also a hint of imperceptible hope.

“Chuchu, stay and grow old together with me, okay?”

Xie Heng tightened his grip on Zhao Chuchu’s hand.

Zhao Chuchu felt her heart beat out of control again.

“Da Lang, I…”

“If you like our life now, after we send Junjun back, I will give you the life of working together during the day and going home together at night.”

“Will you give up everything?”

“Glory and wealth are nothing to me. You are the only one I want to hold on to.”

“But I don’t know when I’ll leave here.”

“Even if it’s just for one day, at least I will have had it before.”

“Da Lang, people always become greedy after having something.”

“I know, but I still want to do so.”

Xie Heng looked firm, and his gaze was gentle.

He had never been so sure that Zhao Chuchu was the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

“No matter if you like to live in prosperous cities or the fields or to travel around the world, I can give it to you. I don’t ask for much. I just want you to be here.”

Zhao Chuchu felt like she was losing control.

His words were not that sweet, but they had an unusual meaning when Xie Heng said them.

After spending time together, it was hard for Zhao Chuchu to say that she did not take a fancy to Xie Heng.

“I don’t have any feelings for any of them. Chuchu was forced to marry me. She used me for her own benefit… Other than that, I had no entanglements with other women.” Xie Heng confessed his feelings.

His two wives loved other men. It was true that he was nominally married twice, but he never touched a woman.

...

Even after he reached the pinnacle of power, he still had no desire.

But Zhao Chuchu made him yearn. He became a normal man and was emotionally moved by her every smile. He became jealous and possessive.

“Da Lang, you should know that if you decide to choose me, then you won’t have the opportunity to have other women in the future. In our place, there is only monogamy, and I will not be willing to share my man with others.”

Xie Heng never knew that the words “my man” would be so catchy.

“My heart is small, Chuchu. You alone are enough,” Xie Heng said seriously. “I hope that if you were a bright moon and I were a star, we could shine brightly together to illuminate each other every night.”

Zhao Chuchu took a deep breath to calm her heartbeat, which was out of control.

It was not fair to be single after three lifetimes.

She had a good feeling about Xie Heng, so she could take it as starting a relationship.

“Da Lang, let’s talk about marriage and other things later. In our place, if a man and a woman like each other, they will choose to date first, and they will only get married after they feel they are both suitable.”

“Okay.” Xie Heng agreed without even thinking about it.

As long as she agreed, he could wait.

...

The years may be long, but they were still young, and there was plenty of time.

“Then you can’t look at other girls in the future,” Zhao Chuchu deliberately said fiercely. “You are mine!”

“I’ll only look at you.” Xie Heng embraced Zhao Chuchu with satisfaction.

He felt like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Finally, he got what he wanted.

The feeling in his arms made Xie Heng feel as if he owned the world. It was so good.

Zhao Chuchu also did not expect that the warm embrace of a man would make her surge with an unprecedented sense of security.

“Da Lang, have you been planning this for a long time?”

“Why do you ask?” Xie Heng looked down at her.

“Intuition.”

“Yes,” Xie Heng admitted.

Zhao Chuchu was delighted and asked, “When did it start?”

“I don’t know. You just came into my heart unknowingly and without warning, and then there was no way to drive you out, so I thought how nice it would be if I could always let you stay by my side.”

“It’s all a set-up!” Zhao Chuchu sighed.

If she had run away after receiving the divorce letter, she wouldn’t be here today, right?

But now, she did not regret it.

Maybe God had arranged it. How else would they have met in such a way?

Zhao Chuchu was still sighing when she lay down beside Xie Heng.

She hadn’t been able to escape God’s arrangement after all.

Xie Heng respected her and didn’t make any move that forced or made Zhao Chuchu uncomfortable.

“Chuchu, I’m very happy.” Xie Heng looked up at the top of the bed. “I was ready to be alone for the rest of my life, and I didn’t expect you to appear.”

“Da Lang…”

“Zizhao is my style name. You can call me Zizhao.”

“Zizhao? This style name is very nice.”

“In the future, you can call me Zizhao when no one is around.”

“But I still prefer to call you Da Lang.”

Xie Heng thought for a moment and finally asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time. “Why are you so obsessed with calling me Da Lang? Why do you always have a different meaning from others when you call me that?”

Zhao Chuchu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

That was undoubtedly because of that particular line from a famous in her previous life. “Da Lang, it’s time to take your medicine.”

Xie Heng knew his intuition was correct when he saw this.

“So, in your place, what is the meaning of Da Lang?”