Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 1437: ...

Qin Yize thought, these few words must be the truest reflection of the moment before him; never before had his heart felt such peace and warmth as it did now.

Qin Yize looked at his little wife with smiling eyes and then hurriedly walked from the window towards the sofa. Checking the time, he whispered, "Qiaoqiao, have a bit more rest."

Gu Qiaoqiao wasn’t particularly sleepy, just really tired. But after resting, she felt much better.

She felt that Qin Yize had been working all along. Seeing the thin blanket on her, she realized that Qin Yize had come over while she was asleep.

This man, truly becoming more considerate, was already exhausted himself yet still came with a smile to ask if she needed more rest. Gu Qiaoqiao didn’t respond to his words but instead looked steadily at Qin Yize and asked with concern, "Ah Ze, are you done with your work?"

Qin Yize laughed, gently pinched his little wife’s cheek, and softly said, "Yes, I’m done."

Gu Qiaoqiao felt a bit sorry for him, "Ah Ze, why didn’t you rest for a while..."

Qin Yize didn’t reply immediately but moved closer, his fresh breath mingling instantly with the girl’s fragrance. He gently said, "Qiaoqiao, are you worried about me?"

"Haha, kind of."

Qin Yize’s eyes twinkled with a fleeting smile, "It’s rare indeed, my Qiaoqiao finally knows how to care for her husband."

It sounded like she was quite thoughtless, but she did rarely concern herself with his work.

Gu Qiaoqiao’s exasperation was half-hearted, she huffed coldly, pulled up the blanket, and covered her head, ignoring Qin Yize.

Qin Yize looked at his little wife wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, his heart swirling with indescribable tenderness. He reached out to cradle the cocooned Gu Qiaoqiao in his arms, placing his hand on her abdomen, suddenly feeling an extraordinary sense. Maybe one day in the future, there would be a life nurtured there, a baby with characteristics shared by him and Qiaoqiao.

Then he looked down at the bundled-up Gu Qiaoqiao and sighed slightly; could such a childish Qiaoqiao truly become a mother?

He gently reached out and lifted the thin blanket covering Gu Qiaoqiao’s head. Seeing her cheeks flushed, he couldn’t help but softly ask, "Do you know what you looked like just now?"

"What did I look like?" Gu Qiaoqiao asked grumpily.

"You wrapped yourself like a silkworm cocoon."

Gu Qiaoqiao huffed in irritation, "You’re the one who looks like a cocoon." Qin Yize remained indifferent, continuing in a low voice, "But when I lifted the blanket from your face, guess what I saw?"

Qin Yize’s voice had a pleasant timbre, especially when he described something passionately; it instantly drew full attention, Gu Qiaoqiao included, prompting her to ask curiously, "What did you see?"

Was there even a flower on her face?

"I saw a beautiful butterfly just emerging from its cocoon." Qin Yize’s gaze was especially focused.

Gu Qiaoqiao looked steadily at the earnest Qin Yize, biting her red lip, knowing that under such circumstances and atmosphere, she should say something tender.

But Gu Qiaoqiao was not accustomed to it and didn’t know what to say.

Yet she didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere; helplessly, she foolishly asked, "A butterfly? Do you like it?"

Qin Yize nodded, a smile playing at his handsome brow. This endearing Gu Qiaoqiao was the most captivating, and whatever sweet words he spoke, they didn’t necessarily require a response from her, as long as she liked listening.

He said each word deliberately, "I like it, I like it very much, wish I could make this butterfly small and carry it in my pocket everywhere I go."

By the end, Qin Yize’s voice carried a trace of longing, his brow suddenly raised. He thought his previous imagining was indeed quite a wonderful scenario, whimsically saying, "You’re so amazing, why don’t you shrink yourself, then I can tuck you in my pocket and take you everywhere."

Gu Qiaoqiao looked at Qin Yize incredulously, was this irrational and childish remark really said by the cold and distant Qin Yize who sat high above in the clouds?

It shouldn’t be; he shouldn’t be speaking like that.

He should always maintain his unchanged nature.

So, for a moment, Gu Qiaoqiao couldn’t quite process it.

After a brief pause, Gu Qiaoqiao finally moved her red lips, muttering dazedly, "Are you talking nonsense?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Yize shook his head, his tone earnest, seemingly truly wishing the idea would come true, "I wasn’t talking nonsense, I meant it." Then, appearing troubled, he furrowed his brow, "But this might not work; if I start running, wouldn’t you get motion sick in my pocket?"

"... Qin Yize, you’re crazy!" Gu Qiaoqiao finally reacted, unable to bear it, raising her voice.

Looking at Gu Qiaoqiao’s serious face, Qin Yize couldn’t hold back anymore and suddenly laughed gently, "Little girl, so easy to tease, I was just joking with you."

"You big villain, how did you become so bad?" Gu Qiaoqiao widened her eyes, shrieked once, then flung off the thin blanket, reaching out to clasp Qin Yize’s neck firmly, quickly flipping him over, grumbling, "Who teases people like this? I nearly took it seriously."

Qin Yize laughed quietly; he had known all along that Gu Qiaoqiao believed him.

He could have continued teasing, but he honestly couldn’t hold back his laughter.

His gentle and strong hands pulled Gu Qiaoqiao away, taking the opportunity to sit on the opposite sofa.

After this little tussle, Gu Qiaoqiao was wide awake, and Qin Yize lounged leisurely on the opposite sofa, his posture relaxed, this Qin Yize so different from his usual self, carefree, graceful, amiable, and with a hint of childish playfulness.

Gu Qiaoqiao knew Qin Yize was only like this when he was with her; others would never see this side of him—this was a Qin Yize that belonged solely to her.

And she did like this Qin Yize; after all, he wasn’t that old yet, always being dignified wasn’t ideal either.

However, even the serious and aloof Qin Yize she liked; but this sunny, handsome, big-boy Qin Yize she liked even more!

She felt joyful, but Gu Qiaoqiao still said angrily, "Dream on." Then pointed at Qin Yize, bossing him around, "Bring me my coat..."

Qin Yize’s dark eyes locked on Gu Qiaoqiao for a moment, then he smiled slightly, leaping up from the sofa. As he picked up Gu Qiaoqiao’s coat, he chuckled, "Qiaoqiao, let me help you..."