The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

“You’re so dumb!” Su Xiaomo stuck out her tongue. “Bye bye! I’m going back home now!”

There was no way He Jiayu was going to let her go now.

Reaching out with his long arms, he pulled Su Xiaomo into his car, where the light was comfortably dim. Holding Su Xiaomo, He Jiayu felt the whole thing was almost unreal.

“I thought… you would be mad at me…”

Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m mad!”

But she didn’t want to deny her feelings anymore.

She had been disconcerted before because He Jiayu hadn’t told her his true feelings. Now that He Jiayu had confessed his love, she no longer needed to feel restless.

“What can I do to make you happy again?” He Jiayu asked gingerly.

“Be my punching bag for the rest of my life, then!” Su Xiaomo grinned.

He Jiayu was speechless.

After a long silence, he said, “No problem.”

They could hear each other’s breathing in this enclosed environment, and they had never felt so close…

–

Things went pretty well for He Jiayu and Su Xiaomo from then on. They were compatible in both temperament and personality, so they rarely ever fought. Apart from Su Xiaomo’s occasional unfounded panic attack, which would drive He Jiayu insane, all was well.

It was soon after the college entrance exam. Both of them did pretty well and were discussing which universities and majors they should apply for.

“Cutie He! What if you get really great grades and I don’t?” Su Xiaomo shook him by his shoulder. “We’ll have to go to different universities! You’ll fall in love with some other chick and your children will call me Auntie one day! Aaah! What should I do…”

He Jiayu smacked his forehead. “Momo, stop shaking me.”

Su Xiaomo pursed her lips. “You don’t love me anymore!”

… How did love have anything to do with this?!

Stroking her hair, He Jiayu said earnestly, “Because of this severe paranoia you’re exhibiting, I think I’ve found the most suitable major for me.”

“Which is?”

“Psychiatry.”

Su Xiaomo was moved. “So that you can treat me one day?”

“No, it’s for self-protection.”

“…”

Su Xiaomo pushed him away, then huddled in a corner to sulk.

–

They ended up applying for the same university. He Jiayu studied medicine, and Su Xiaomo applied for graphic design. However, that turned out to be a rather popular major, and she was reallocated to — philosophy.

Yes, philosophy!

Su Xiaomo didn’t know what to say when she saw her name on the philosophy department enrollment list.

He Jiayu’s comment was, “Not bad. You’ll be digging into people’s minds while I cut them open. We can make a fortune from that.”

Su Xiaomo: …

–

Many, many years later.

Mr. and Mrs. He were very old now, and even Cuddlie’s baby was big enough to run to the convenience store on her own.

The sun was setting and the evening glow tinted the sky red.

They sat there holding hands and rocking back and forth slowly in their chairs.

Mrs. He said, “It was love at first sight for me.”

Mr. He chuckled. “Just admit it. You were totally swept off your feet by my good looks.”

Mrs. He snorted. “… Hmph! What about you?”

Mr. He said after some thought, “Well, all I wanted back then was a tough wife that could protect me and our baby, which would be such a bargain.”

The corner of Mrs. He’s mouth twitched. “Mr. He, why does it sound like you’re quite proud of hiding behind your wife? Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself or something?”

Mr. He said, “You’re the only one I want to hide behind.”

Mrs. He waved her hand magnanimously. “Fine, fine. Hide all you want.”

Mr. He took her hand, and their diamond rings shone brightly in the setting sun.

“Give me your hand to hold. Together we’ll grow old.”