- "Suddenly, a live stream appeared out of nowhere. What's going on? Did someone hack into the account?"

- "It's probably a hack, there's 2333 people already, my screen froze!"

- "No, it's not hacked! Isn't that Brother Yi wearing a mask? Oh my god, he's lost so much weight..."

- "Wild Concubine hasn't even woken up yet. What's going on with this live stream? I'm crying, seeing the two of them together is too good to be true!"

Without saying a word, Ji Xiaotao posted a live stream on Fang Shaoyi's Weibo. Everyone who clicked on it was confused at first, but then they all exploded with excitement.

Fang Shaoyi's call of "Brother Yuan Ye" was too flirtatious, and he didn't give time for any awkward pauses. The chat was filled with "ahhhs" and "hahahas," and new viewers kept asking what was going on. The screen was moving so fast that it was hard to read the messages.

As soon as Yuan Ye woke up, Fang Shaoyi and Ji Xiaotao confused him with their words. The person holding the phone even asked him to make a "V" sign. Yuan Ye replied with a sarcastic "like hell, what V," causing the words on the screen to fly by at lightning speed. It didn't stop there, the speed only increased.

Fang Shaoyi held his side and complained that his lungs hurt, while Yuan Ye gave in and got off the car, saying "Don't hurt anymore, Fang Jiaojiao." This was enough to make any fan of this couple cry for a year. They were so sweet and affectionate towards each other. Yuan Ye knew it was all an act, but the worry in his eyes overflowed. He wasn't an actor, so his genuine emotions were easily seen with just one glance.

The live broadcast of their wedding registration was too extravagant and playful, no one had ever done it like this before. When Fang Shaoyi spoke, tears filled the screen. They didn't usually show their affection in public, so when this somewhat aloof person opened up and spoke about his feelings, it was impossible not to be moved.

The chat room was filled with requests for them to have a wedding again, just like their grand wedding in the past. Fang Shaoyi smiled and said, "We both have been married before, so we're keeing it low-key, and probably won't have another wedding."

Yuan Ye laughed coldly and said, "Well, you're certainly keeping it low-key enough."

They had been teasing each other since they started filling out the remarriage application, and they still hadn't stopped.

- "I cried my eyes out and used up a whole pack of tissues!"

- "The water of West Lake is my tears! Today, I will make the water level of West Lake rise by five centimeters!"

- "This is too touching, I really, really love them..."

- "Even if it's the second marriage, there still needs to be a wedding, we have prepared red packets, ah ah ah!"

- "Did you see Brother Yi holding Brother Ye's hand for his signature! Does anyone have a screenshot? Mine is blurry!!!"

- "Mine is also blurred, just like my eyes that are blurred with tears right now!"

- "But why did he have to hold onto Yuan Ye's hand for the signature? I hope it wasn't forced, but I dare not think too much..."

......

Before ending the live stream, Ji Xiaotao said to his phone, "That's it for now, I'm going to end it."

Gifts kept showering across the screen, urging him not to end the broadcast and continue for a while longer. Ji Xiaotao said, "I have to send them home now. Mission accomplished. I'll report to Brother Ye toomrrow to accept my fate."

With that, he resolutely left the live streaming room, extremely cool and mercilessly.

It was no surprise that the internet was exploding with chatter. On the way back, Yuan Ye grabbed Fang Shaoyi's neck, his face twisted in anger. "Are you bored? Are you recovering too well lately? What's with all the nonsense?"

Fang Shaoyi turned the ring on his finger, smiling faintly without saying a word.

Yuan Ye was so angry he wanted to strangle him. "You're so old and still playing these games. Don't you feel embarrassed? If there weren't so many people around earlier, I would have turned around and left already, big brother."

Fang Shaoyi shrugged innocently, "Then why didn't you leave?"

Yuan Ye was angered by him into laughing, but he couldn't do anything. He pointed at Fang Shaoyi and had nothing to say. Then he sat up and saw Ji Xiaotao sneaking a peek at him through the rearview mirror. He had been too busy talking to Fang Shaoyi and had forgotten about the little brat. Yuan Ye patted his head and asked him coldly, "You've grown up, haven't you, Tao?"

"No, not at all! Brother Ye!" Ji Xiaotao shrunk his neck. "My brother threatened me with my job. He said if I didn't cooperate, he would either fire me or leave me in the company and not take me with him in the future!"

Fang Shaoyi said lightly from the back, "He's making it up."

Ji Xiaotao looked at Yuan Ye and said, "I didn't make it up, Brother Ye."

Fang Shaoyi said again, "I didn't threaten him."

Indeed, Fang Shaoyi didn't threaten him. For such a lively event, why would Ji Xiaotao need to be threatened? He wouldn't be happy if he wasn't brought along.

They annoyed Yuan Ye with their words, and he didn't want to care about either of them. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and didn't say a word.

After they were sent back, Ji Xiaotao helped clean up and immediately left. He didn't dare to stay for even a moment longer.

Yuan Ya only called his parents, and they already knew about the situation. There was probably nobody who didn't know. Yuan Ya was embarrassed on the phone, speaking softly and humming, "Yes, we're married."

"My aunt even called you?" Yuan Ya laughed and said, "Okay, just answer the phone."

"Him? He's doing well, didn't you see him on TV?" Yuan Ye glanced at Fang Shaoyi. "If he wasn't feeling well, could he still be so active?"

"I know, okay, I'm hanging up now. I'm turning off my phone. If you need anything, call his private number. I'll be back home in a couple of days."

After Yuan Ye hung up, he threw his phone to the side and turned it off. Fang Shaoyi had already turned off his phone earlier and left only a private number, known to very few people.

Yuan Ye went to take a shower. He took off his clothes while walking and had already stripped completely before reaching the bathroom.

Fang Shaoyi was just about to stand up when Yuan Ye said, "If you dare to come in, I'll punch you in the lungs."

Fang Shaoyi paused for a moment, then stood up without a care. Yuan Ye said, "You stay there and don't move. We still have unfinished business to settle."

His expression became slightly serious, and after a moment of contemplation, Fang Shaoyi obediently sat down again. Yuan Ye went into the bathroom with a straight face, closed the door, turned on the water, and as the water hit his face, his expression softened and a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his eyes and mouth.

He was just trying to scare him. After letting Fang Shaoyi play him like a fool, he was pretending to be unhappy. It was all an act, there was no way he could actually be angry.

Fang Shaoyi had kept a low profile for half his life, but the few times he had been outspoken and high-profile were all for the sake of Yuan Ye. This time, he had done all this to give Yuan Ye an equal status in public, even putting himself lower than Yuan Ye. Because in the beginning, Yuan Ye had taken the initiative to stand up and take the blame for their divorce.

Later, the outside world always thought that Yuan Ye was chasing after him and was waiting to see him fail. If they had reconciled without saying anything, or simply said they had remarried, others would think that Yuan Ye had begged him to come back.

So when Fang Shaoyi publicly asked for a remarriage in front of everyone, he didn't tell a single lie. Everything he said came from the bottom of his heart. A good relationship should include equal respect, and what Fang Shaoyi least wanted was for Yuan Ye to be disrespected.

Could Yuan Ye not understand this?

After both of them had taken a shower, Yuan Ye sat on the carpet with only a pair of shorts on, his upper body bare, sitting very boldly with one leg up and his arm resting on his knee, ready to chat with Fang Shaoyi.

Fang Shaoyi obediently walked over and sat opposite him, asking, "After discussing, will you help wash my face?"

Yuan Ye replied, "You can wash your own face."

Fang Shaoyi smoothly continued the conversation, "I can't lift my arm for such a long time, my shoulder hurts."

Yuan Ye sneered, "Then just leave it, don't bother washing it. You're not filming anytime soon anyway."

Fang Shaoyi didn't resist or say anything, and even just nodded his head. Without his pitiful act, he seemed even more like a victim. Yuan Ye knew he was just putting on a show, and Fang Shaoyi's acting skills were so good that he could use them in any situation. Despite this, Yuan Ye couldn't bear to see him purse his lips and remain silent, so he reached out and touched his chin, saying, "Stop acting."

Fang Shaoyi looked up at him, and Yuan Ye continued, "There's no one else here now, and our work has been paused. Let's take some time to talk things out."

What was there to talk about? They were sitting on the ground on the night of their remarriage, what was there to discuss?

Fang Shaoyi was extremely unwilling in his heart. Couldn't they do something more on the night of their remarriage? They were just going to sit there and chat without f*cking? Were they supposed to be this sort of old couple? Was he not supposed to be more assertive?

But he didn't say anything and just nodded obediently.  

With his back against the bed, Yuan Ye leaned on it and rested his elbows on the bed, glancing at Fang Shaoyi. He asked, "You said before the reporters, that you never really wanted to divorce?"

Fang Shaoyi looked at him and replied with a simple "Mm."

Yuan Ye chuckled once coldly and said, "Liar."

Fang Shaoyi: "No, it's the truth."

"You're a liar," Yuan Ye retorted.

Fang Shaoyi raised his eyebrows and his expression became serious. He said, "I didn't lie. Can't you tell whether I was lying or not?"

Yuan Ye stared at him, and the two of them locked eyes, neither willing to back down.

After a while, it was Yuan Ye who spoke first. It seemed that Yuan Ye-laoshi wanted to bring up old debts now.

"You even cancelled my car registration, even the property management doesn't recognize my license plate. What do you have to say about that? So, I can't come to this house anymore? This house has nothing to do with me?" Yuan Ye asked him.

Fang Shaoyi had no idea what he was talking about. "Why would I cancel your car registration?"

Yuan Ye raised an eyebrow. "My car can't even enter the gate, it must be that the property management cancelled it themselves. They're certainly impressive."

Fang Shaoyi was confused. "Aren't those two cars in the garage yours? Did you not drive them in?"

Yuan Ye said, "Don't act. This was when we were divorced, before we went on the show."

Fang Shaoyi furrowed his eyebrows. "I really didn't do it, and Xiaotao wouldn't either."

Yuan Ye knew that Fang Shaoyi never lied to him, but he really couldn't come in at that time. Later, the two of them looked at each other, both feeling lost. Suddenly, Fang Shaoyi remembered something and asked Yuan Ye, "When did you pay the property fee?"

Yuan Ye replied, "Who would remember that? When we moved in, we paid together for a few years, but I forgot how many."

Fang Shaoyi said, "After you moved out, I didn't come back to live here. I owed fees for several months, and my car also didn't go in, it was Xiaotao who paid for it. This should be the reason. If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten."

Yuan Ye blinked. At that time, he was actually a little upset about this matter, which made him feel sad when he came to pack his things. He thought Fang Shaoyi wanted to completely cut ties with him. But the truth was that he owed fees? This statement really made Yuan Ye not know whether to laugh or cry.

He was played by life's coincidences.

But there were definitely more than just one old debt.

Yuan Ye then asked Fang Shaoyi, "You didn't want to divorce me, so you went on the show to see what I was thinking. Then why were you always picking on me during the show? How can we be good if you keep picking on me?"

Fang Shaoyi glanced at him and replied, "You started it first."

"When did I pick on you?" Yuan Ye clicked his tongue. "And besides, shouldn't I be angry about the signature you forced me to sign? Shouldn't I pick on you?"

"Of course you should," Fang Shaoyi nodded, then said, "But I was also very sad. Since you had already been thinking about separating, I won't be able to keep you. When you said you didn't want our love to become old and weak, that statement was too sharp. Is my love old and weak? How did it become weak? Before it truly becomes weak, I must preserve it."

Fang Shaoyi was logical and persuasive, poking at the soft spots of Yuan Ye's heart with every sentence. He spoke about what hurt them the most. But once they talked it out, the pain subsided and they could moved on. In the end, when he saw that Yuan Ye was truly upset, he added, "And I didn't pick on you."

"You didn't?" Yuan Ye rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, too preoccupied to feel upset anymore.

"'Can you still feel how uncomfortable I am? Can you?'

"'Don't touch my suitcase.'

"'Lacking love?'

"Which one of those things didn't you say?

"If you're coughing like that, how can I not feel your pain? Don't act like you're the only one suffering. Do you have gold in your suitcase? I wanted to clean your face for you, but you're scowling at me and telling me not to touch your things."

Yuan Ye grabbed an orange and threw it at Fang Shaoyi's leg, saying sternly, "If that's the case, then don't bother cleaning your face. You can do it yourself later. Little Yuan won't touch your things. And you say I'm lacking love, but didn't you f*ck me regardless? You bit my mouth until it was raw. I think you were just looking for an excuse to do it again. Isn't it annoying, if you wanted to do it, just say it directly."

These matters were all remembered by Yuan Ye, one by one, without forgetting a single word.

Fang Shaoyi picked up an orange, peeled it, and stuffed a slice into Yuan Ye's mouth. He smoothly continued the conversation, "I want to do it."

"...Get lost," Yuan Ye said.

Fang Shaoyi sat down and slowly leaned in to embrace Yuan Ye, saying, "Yuan Ye-laoshi, please forgive me. Let's not bring up old debts anymore."

Yuan Ye chuckled, "Not bringing it up in front of so many cameras was already me being merciful."

Fang Shaoyi didn't say much, just rubbed against Yuan Ye and kissed his face and chin, silently coaxing him.

After calculating these old debts for a long time, if they continued, Fang-laoshi's lung would start to hurt again. Yuan Ye sighed and said, "Forget it, let's forget these old matters, and talk about something more recent then."

Fang Shaoyi asked cautiously, "Are there any recent matters?"

"Of course," Yuan Ye laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "A little boy knocked on the door in the middle of the night, looking for you, Fang-laoshi. He even wanted to give you a massage. How sweet, right?"

Fang Shaoyi shook his head immediately. "Nothing happened. You heard me, I didn't let him in."

"That's right, you didn't let him in," Yuan Ye nodded, then furrowed his brows fiercely. "But you still shielded him from injuries! You shielded him to the point of seriously injuring yourself, almost taking half of my life away."

Fang Shaoyi lightly tugged on his earlobe and twisted it, not daring to argue back. The injury was like a knife in Yuan Ye's heart, a bloody wound that he couldn't forget.

After a while, Fang Shaoyi spoke softly, "I was wrong. But it doesn't matter who he is. You know me, I've never looked at anyone else."

Would Yuan Ye not know this? Counting old debts was just to talk about everything that had been bothering them. In the past, they had kept everything bottled up and it had caused problems. So now, they had to talk it out.

After talking for a while, Yuan Ye was tired of it too. He stood up and stretched his legs. "Okay, let's stop here for today. These are the only matters I remember for now."

Fang Shaoyi grabbed his pants and looked up at him. "Where are you going?"

Yuan Ye looked down at him and smiled. "Where else can I go? I'm just going to wash my hands. Don't I need to wash your face? Fang Jiaojiao."

As Fang Shaoyi let go, Yuan Ye went to wash his hands. Fang Shaoyi was very aware of himself and lay flat on the bed, waiting for Yuan Ye to apply the facial essence.

Yuan Ye rubbed his palms together to warm them up and then applied the essence in circles on Fang Shaoyi's face. He gently pressed between his eye and temple while saying, "It's just that I have a soft heart. Otherwise, with just that time when you were so cold to me, you wouldn't have this treatment for the rest of your life. You're quite precious now, aren't you, Fang-laoshi?"

"I'm not precious," Fang Shaoyi whispered with his eyes closed. "I'm not precious, and neither is my suitcase."

"Is that so?" Yuan Ye asked casually.

As Fang Shaoyi opened his eyes, he grabbed Yuan Ye's hand and gave it a kiss, before finally sighing and saying slowly, "In my suitcase...there was a new book by Yuan Ye-laoshi, and in a notebook, there were dozens of love poems, very old, but I carry them with me wherever I go. If you touch it, it's like touching my heart...but at the time, I didn't dare let you touch it. I didn't know if you still wanted it."

Yuan Ye's hand was held by Fang Shaoyi, and he blinked his eyes, but didn't say anything. Touching what touching, in the end he felt like his own heart was being touched.

Yuan Ye was no match for Fang Shaoyi, who was at least a level higher. No matter how hard Yuan Ye tried to settle old scores, he was constantly beaten back. In the end, he softened his heart and gave in, especially when Fang Shaoyi used his charm to get his way. This was something he had become very good at.

At that moment, Yuan Ye truly understood how Fang Shaoyi felt when he said those words.

'Alright, I'll give you whatever you want. Is that enough? What else do you need? Just tell me and I'll get it for you.'