Chenxing nodded heavily, wrapped in a warm and familiar aura. She only just realized she was shivering from the cold; standing on the lawn earlier, she hadn’t even felt the chill.

"Your phone wasn’t reachable, so I came to the airport to wait for you."

"Wait until we get in the car to talk." Seeing her cold little hands had gone numb, Gu Shaocheng’s eyes filled with tenderness as he easily picked her up.

From afar, the car was already approaching. One of his men respectfully opened the car door for him, and the first thing Gu Shaocheng said as he got inside was, "Turn up the heat a bit."

The driver obeyed: "Yes, sir."

"Why are you wearing so little?" Gu Shaocheng wrapped Chenxing’s little hands, rubbing them constantly, then gently rubbed her frostbitten face. "I didn’t check my phone; did you guess that I returned? Then why not wait at home?"

Actually, Wuqing had already told him that Chenxing was waiting for the results, but he didn’t want to talk about it over the phone, so he hadn’t returned her call. He felt guilty now, just wanting to become a heater himself to chase away the chill from her body.

Besides him, the car also had the driver and Crimson Shadow in the front passenger seat.

Chenxing thought to herself that she couldn’t wait any longer; her mood was extremely tense, "What about your..."

"Hmm?"

"Results?" Chenxing bit her lower lip nervously.

"Chenxing, I’m sorry." Gu Shaocheng didn’t know how to face his young wife. These days, he didn’t know how to face Chenxing. Worse, he feared her disappointed gaze, just like now, her eyes were filled with a thick disappointment she couldn’t hide, not wanting to damage his male pride, not even raising a storm.

Chenxing’s mind buzzed, her face turning pale: "You didn’t manage to secure it?"

"I’m sorry, I’m not a good father, nor a good husband, making you and our child suffer again."

Chenxing’s heart sunk instantly: "You really didn’t secure it? What about Sheng Sheng?"

"I won’t talk about that." Gu Shaocheng grasped her withdrawn hand, placed it inside his coat, feeling his body warmth against hers, "Today’s election, I’m the president."

"..." Chenxing’s mouth formed an ’O’ shape.

Gu Shaocheng didn’t pause for a moment, immediately continuing, "But Sheng Sheng can’t return to your side anymore, I’m sorry, Chenxing."

Chenxing’s mind spun for a few seconds, her dim eyes suddenly lit up, her entire heart rising from the bottom: "You secured it? You became president?"

Gu Shaocheng nodded, but this wasn’t the main point, was it? He truly wasn’t a good husband or father; he really couldn’t bring himself to be happy, this wasn’t something worth celebrating, just a small consolation under bad circumstances.

"Chenxing, blame me, won’t you?"

"Smooch..." the next second, Chenxing hugged his head tightly, giving him a loud, passionate kiss, then pulled back, staring at his face: "You didn’t lie to me? You really became president of that association or whatever?"

"Are you happy?" Gu Shaocheng seemed slightly surprised.

Chenxing nodded heavily: "Why not be happy, aren’t you happy?"

She reminded herself not to be anxious for several days, but her heart hadn’t settled down; she hugged his face again, peppering him with kisses as she continued to ask, "Shaocheng, you did great! Truly." And then she burst into tears, her tears flowing continuously.

"Chenxing, don’t cry!"

Chenxing raised her fist, firmly punching his chest: "You did it, why didn’t you call me? Didn’t you know I was going crazy with anxiety? You didn’t even call me!"