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Chapter 247 Say it one more time, okay?

The atmosphere for the Lunar New Year this year is exceptionally good.

My maternal grandmother and the others also flew back from abroad. After all, their own granddaughter is getting married, so how could they not come back to celebrate the wedding?

"Good, good, good! Now that Xiaoyi is married, maybe in two years I'll be able to hold my great-grandson." Grandma said happily, holding Ningyi's hand.

Gu Ai smiled and said, "Then it should be Mr. An Yuan and his wife who should be the ones to answer."

Grandma took out four thick stacks of red envelopes and gave them to Ning Yi, Ji Yan, Lu Yuzhu, and Ning Anyuan.

"Quick, take them all. In Grandma's eyes, you are all good children. This is a little something from me."

Gu Ai gestured for them to accept.

"Thank you, Grandma," they said, one after another.

Grandma smiled happily and looked at Ji Yan: "You and Xiao Yi must be good to each other, and you must not bully her or make her angry."

Ji Yan nodded and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I will treat Xiaoyi well and won't let her suffer any grievances."

……

As the clock struck midnight, the fireworks outside the window became even more intense.

Ji Yan led Ning Yi to the balcony. Snowflakes fell into her hair. He reached out to adjust her scarf and whispered in her ear, "This is our first New Year after we got married, my wife."

Ning Yi was tired and lost in thought when she looked up and met his smiling eyes.

Fireworks cast shimmering light in his eyes. Ning Yi suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips, responding with a touch of shyness, "Husband."

Ji Yan stroked her cheek, then leaned down and held the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

Fireworks burst open one after another outside, their warm white, gilded, and crimson light reflecting on the intertwined figures of the two.

Ning Yi could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, mixed with the sound of fireworks exploding, and his slightly rapid breathing close to her ear.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ji Yan stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his fingertips gently brushing against the corners of her lips, which were reddened from the kiss.

His eyes were brimming with laughter, his voice slightly hoarse: "This is the first time I've heard you call me that." Ning Yi's cheeks flushed, and she was about to turn her face away when he gently pinched her chin and placed a light kiss on her brow. "Call me again, okay?"

Ning Yi's cheeks burned, her fingertips instinctively gripping the hem of his clothes. She turned her head away from his smiling gaze, her voice barely audible, "No, don't."

Ji Yan chuckled softly. He didn't tease her anymore, but simply reached out and hugged her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head. Gazing at the dazzling fireworks in the distance, his voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the beauty of the moment: "It's okay if you don't call out. There will be plenty of time to hear it later."

Ji Yan will stay at Ning's residence tonight.

Ning Yi came out of the bathroom, her face still flushed from the steam, and tiny water droplets clung to the ends of her hair, leaving a small damp patch on the collar of her cotton pajamas.

As soon as she walked over, Ji Yan skillfully picked up the hair dryer and beckoned her over: "Come here, let me dry your hair."

Ning Yi did not refuse and obediently walked over.

Ji Yan helped her blow-dry her hair, while she took out her phone and started playing.

"It feels so amazing. Xiaxia's baby will be born in a few months. I remember she said she might never get married in her life," Ning Yi said, holding her phone.

Yunxia sent Ningyi a photo. In the photo, Yunxia had a noticeable bulge in her breasts and was smiling happily.

Ji Yan paused in her hand holding the hairdryer, the warm air brushing against her hair: "Everyone will meet someone who makes them change their mind. Just like I never thought I would settle down so soon."

Ning Yi seemed to have thought of something, and turned to hold Ji Yan's other hand: "Ayan, I'll be with you from now on."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment: "Fool."

Ji Yan turned off the hairdryer, his fingertips gliding along her soft hair to the ends. He leaned down and pulled her into his arms, his chin gently brushing against the top of her head. His voice, still warm from the blow-drying, said, "I should be the one saying that I'll be with you from now on."

After Ning Yi finished drying her hair, Ji Yan went to take a shower.

She walked to the bedside table, took the honey water she had warmed in the thermos, and remembered that he always liked to drink a sip of warm water to soothe his throat after taking a shower, so she tore off a slice of lemon, put it in, and stirred it gently.

Ji Yan has just finished taking a shower.

"I just added a slice of lemon for you. Drink this after you shower to soothe your throat." Ning Yi looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the warm yellow light from the bedside lamp, soft and comforting.

Ji Yan approached and took the cup, a low chuckle escaping his throat: "So thoughtful, is Mrs. Ji giving me a post-wedding perk?"

Ning Yi nudged his arm: "Stop being so cheeky."

After taking a few sips, Ji Yan said, "The revised draft of the wedding dress should be ready after the New Year. I'll go with you to confirm it then, and in a couple of days I'll go with you to pick out some new jewelry and such."

Ning Yi nodded: "I'll do whatever you say."

The two quickly washed up and went to bed.

The warm yellow bedside lamp cast a soft glow in the room, and the mattress sank slightly as Ji Yan lay down.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing her cheek, then her chin, and then her lips.

Ning Yi turned around and met his deep eyes, where her reflection was mirrored, along with an unyielding tenderness.

As the temperature gradually rose, Ning Yi took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Ji Yan's breathing suddenly deepened, and he gently placed his palm on her waist, his fingertips still warm from his recent shower, carefully tracing the texture of her fabric.

Ning Yi's fingertips unconsciously tightened around the collar of his pajamas, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she couldn't escape his increasingly hot kiss.

The warm yellow light fell on their intertwined shadows. His kisses slowly moved down from the corners of her lips, brushing past her reddened earlobes, and leaving soft, delicate bites on her neck.

Ning Yi's breathing gradually became erratic. Her fingertips pressed against his chest, but she didn't have the strength to push him away, and could only let him hold her tighter in his arms.

Ji Yan's voice was terribly hoarse, and his breathing was rapid: "Tell me if you feel unwell."

Ning Yi swallowed hard: "Mmm..."

Ning Yi slid gently down his back, burying her face in his warm neck, her breath filled with the refreshing scent of his shower gel.

Only when he noticed that Ning Yi had relaxed did he follow her response and slowly blend their breaths into the same warm space.