Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

The empty venue was carpeted with Si Wan’s favorite white roses. Those hovering in the air were cute doll balloons. On both sides stood chairs bound with pink ribbons. Below the chairs spread a green lawn emitting a faint aroma of fresh grass.

She felt like standing in the wild.

What was this? Did a simple advertisement require such a lifelike setting? The budget was definitely overrun.

No wonder Xiaoyu made such an urgent call. Who authorized them to do so?

The atmosphere became weird immediately. As if falling into a cave made of ice, Si Wan’s glare were cold enough to freeze everything in sight.

She took out her phone and called Xiaoyu.

But three of her calls were all unanswered. What was going on?

In terms of work, Si Wan allowed no mistakes. At such a critical moment, she was unable to contact Xiaoyu.

She then called the director of the camera crew.

The director, shooting in the field, told her no indoor or artificial scenes were arranged for the advertisement.

At that moment, Si Wan felt like waking up in the middle of a desert. Surrounded by sand, she lost the sense of direction.

Just when she was about to turn away.

The cracks of fireworks almost scared the wits out of her.

On a huge LED screen appeared two giant characters-Happy Birthday!

As if being spellbound, Si Wan stood motionless in the middle of the venue path.

Amid a soothing birthday song, Gong Siming slowly pushed out a 10-tier large cake.

Dressed in a black tuxedo, Gong Siming had a white rose in the chest pocket of his white shirt. The smile on his glamorous and handsome face was beaming with warmth.

“Wan, happy birthday!”

Awed by his innate kingly bearing, people held their breaths and listened quietly.

Amid the continuous loop of music, people all around listened carefully to Gong Siming’s speech.

“I wish you a carefree life from now on!”

He grabbed Si Wan’s hand and kissed her gently, which scorched her heart.

Si Wan was expressionless, but her tears fell like a broken line of beads.

He reached out for the falling tears, wiped off the tear stains with his gentle kisses, and held Si Wan in his arms.

Gong Siming whispered in her ear.

“Didn’t we had a deal that you would only laugh?”

Like a marionette, she followed Gong Siming’s movement. The setting today was so unreal, just like a fairy tale.

“Your wound?”

Still in a daze, Si Wan asked involuntarily.

“It’s okay!”

Hearing such words of concern, Gong Siming became more than delighted.

People were applauding and cheering for the couple. Apparently, they didn’t know about the entanglement between Si Wan and Gong Siming.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

People just followed the crowd and had no idea why they were doing it.

Si Wan didn’t like and even hated such occasions. She knew one fact too well. The higher one stood, the harder she would fell.

Not to mention, now she looked like an artifact for exhibition.

“Sorry, I’m not feeling well, I should go!”

Unaware of Gong Siming’s sad look, Si Wan turned around and rushed out of the venue.

It was the first birthday party that Gong Siming carefully prepared for a girl, and he got such an embarrassing outcome.

For a moment, the all-powerful man felt as a loss as to how to save the day.

In fact, he didn’t need to.

Throwing away the ring in his hand, Gong Siming followed Si Wan out.

Such an occasion indeed made people uncomfortable. Just like a play, it had the form but didn’t have the substance.

Immersed in the fairy tale, Xiaoyu was struck dumb by the runaway couple.

It shouldn’t have ended up like this!

But girls tended to like various cartoon patterns and fairy tales.

When Gong Siming called her last night, Xiaoyu immediately came up with this idea.

They had spent so much effort and set up this huge scene just to please Si Wan.

The others were all moved to tears, but why did the hero and heroine both run away?

Everyone just stood there and didn’t dare to leave without Gong Siming’s permission.

He chased Si Wan out of the hotel.

Si Wan stumbled and almost ran into an oncoming bicycle. Gong Siming yanked her into his arms.

“Are you alright?”

They looked at each other and asked with one voice.

He put on a brilliant smile. Under the sun, it was as if his skin was gilded with a layer of gold.

“I’m fine.”

Once again, they replied at the same time. Exchanging smiles, they then fell into silence.

With her slender finger, she gesticulated at Gong Siming who was still holding her. Immediately, his face restored its indifference.

He slowly let go of the girl in his arms.

“You don’t like it!”

Gong Siming stared at Si Wan solemnly.

She gave a helpless smile. Every girl would love such a great surprise!

But none of this belonged to her. A moment of joy would just leave her more painful agony.

The fairy tales weren’t real, were they?

Although Si Wan would also dream, she could always distinguish the reality from fantasies.

“I don’t like it, either.”

As he held Si Wan’s hand, streams of coolness spread from her fingertips to every part of her body, and her irritation instantly turned into comfort and delight.

Why didn’t she notice his hands were so cold?

Rumored had it that those with cold hands were angels fallen for love. They endured the erosion of toxins from glaciers and suffered the heat of the sea of fire. In the end, their wings were torn off, and they became indifferent mortals who wandered the world, searching for love.

If they found it, they would live happily ever after.

Otherwise, they would end up alone in misery.

No one knew if Gong Siming was one of them.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll keep you company. It’s your call today.”

Although he sounded bland and cold, his words were enchanting. Si Wan found them heartwarming and more agreeable than sugary expressions of love.

They walked abreast under the sun. Their shadows looked like golden cloaks that flapped as they moved.

As the warm breeze blew, her slightly messy hair fluttered. She ran her slender fingers through her hair, which made her feel refreshed.

They walked along a road lined with gothic buildings. These constructions looked jagged yet harmoniously artistic.

What kind of uncanny workmanship could create such special existence?

With their fingers entwined with each other’s, they roamed about, enjoyed the scenery along the way and appreciated different kinds of beauty.

Such a feeling was even more intriguing and captivating than any fairy tale.

It was getting dark without notice. Like a specter, it befell silently and surprisingly.

They sat cozily on the beach, listening to the magnificent symphony of the sea. Their trouser legs were wet by the merry waves.

“Happy birthday, Wan!”

Was this the voice of an angel?