Chapter 1685: Nothing Matters More Than These Three Words in This Life

Qiaoqiao wasn’t thinking as much as he was, lazily leaning against him, raising her head to ask, "Ah Ze, why does Uncle want such a big black pearl?"

Qin Yize hesitated for a moment, shook his head, "It’s hard to determine, but you’ll find out the day after tomorrow when we go to the ranch."

After saying that, he tidied up the bathroom, took Qiaoqiao’s hand, and returned to the bedroom. Qiaoqiao stood on the floor, watching Qin Yize skillfully make the bed and place the pillows, a smile gracing her lips. Her man’s getting more adept and experienced at doing these things.

When Qin Yize was done with the bed, Qiaoqiao snuggled in, while Qin Yize leaned against the headboard on the other side, picking up a book to read.

"Ah Ze, why didn’t Uncle tell me, even if not me, why didn’t he tell the Old Patriarch? If he’s looking for such things, Great Grandfather would surely have some ideas."

Qin Yize turned a page of the book in his hand, and said casually, "Uncle surely knows neither you nor the Old Patriarch could find it, or perhaps it doesn’t exist in our land, but there’s another possibility, maybe it exists, but the area is somewhere he cannot reach."

Regarding questions like this, Qin Yize had the most authority to speak.

Now in the 90s, many things have undergone drastic changes, and the oceans have become increasingly important, with sensitive deep-sea areas now restricted zones.

Qiaoqiao tilted her head thinking, indeed, that’s possible. She stopped dwelling on the topic, her gaze falling on Qin Yize’s hand holding the book. It was in a foreign language she couldn’t understand, and suddenly, her curiosity piqued, "Ah Ze, how many languages do you actually know?"

Qin Yize paused, a smile gleaming in his eyes; his young wife seemed to care about this for the first time. So he lightly coughed, puffing out his chest somewhat smugly, "Including my native language, six."

Watching Qin Yize’s posture, Qiaoqiao realized she thought she knew him well, but actually, there was much unknown, her bright eyes carried a look of admiration, her voice unconsciously sweetened, "You’re amazing, how did you learn them?"

Before Qin Yize answered, she sighed again, "A genius is always different indeed!"

No matter how hard a stone in this world is, she could carve a flower from it, but learning a foreign language was genuinely hard for her. Those letters, whether separated or combined, all seemed like hieroglyphs to her.

Qiaoqiao had tried before, having such a skilled teacher, Qin Yize, by her side, naturally she wanted to utilize the resource. But alas, she truly had no aptitude in that area and, most importantly, no interest.

Qin Yize chuckled, reached out to ruffle Qiaoqiao’s hair, "I like hearing my wife praise me."

He then put down the book, turning slightly, and since Qiaoqiao got pregnant, except for the uncomfortable phase, she’s been looking better, her skin gleaming like a peeled egg; they say beauties look best under soft light, and now she seemed even more stunning.

Qin Yize’s heart swayed slightly, his dark eyes deepening, gently holding his wife’s hand, his voice clear and touching.

"I love you."

"あなたを爱している."

"Je t’aime, Je t’adore."

"Ich liebe Dich."

"Я тебя люблю."

Qiaoqiao stared at him, almost forgetting to blink; his voice sounded so pleasant, even better than on the radio. Plus, she understood the first sentence; when he taught her English, the first phrase she learned was this.

The most standard and deeply memorable, because back then, Qin Yize had her whisper it repeatedly near his ear, leaving a lasting impression.

As for the rest, she didn’t understand a bit.

"I understood the first one, but the rest, I didn’t understand at all. What did you say?" Qiaoqiao asked, unable to hide her curiosity.

Qin Yize calmly squeezed his wife’s soft little hand and leaned down this time, the distance between them shortened, as he spoke deliberately, "No matter how much one learns, it’s never as important as knowing just three words."

"Which three words?" Qiaoqiao asked naively.

"I love you!"

No matter how much he learns in this life, nothing is more significant than these three words.

This is Qin Yize’s deepest realization.

Qiaoqiao stared at Qin Yize, momentarily forgetting to react, only coming to her senses after some time, heart racing, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening.

This guy, as soon as he finds a chance, he expresses his love to her, which by logic she should be accustomed to by now, yet each time feels like the first time.

Qin Yize’s heart bubbled with joy, pecked his wife’s lips, and affectionately asked, "Got dazed, moved by it?"

"Not moved, just found it funny." Qiaoqiao argued stubbornly.

What’s there to be moved by, it’s not the first time hearing it.

But inside, she felt very happy.

Qin Yize seemed to know what she was thinking, smiling with his eyes, "Hmm, it’s okay, even finding it funny is a kind of being moved."

Qiaoqiao reversed, grasping his hand, her clear eyes fixed on him, still couldn’t help asking, "What did you say just now?"

Qin Yize turned over, switched off the lamp on the bedside, the room fell into darkness, but this darkness heightened the sensitivity, especially Qin Yize’s deep, pleasant voice more alluring than the night, "あなたを爱している. It’s Japanese for I love you."

Qiaoqiao realized suddenly, no wonder it sounded familiar.

Turns out it’s the language from Japan, often heard similar sounds in TV dramas.

"Je t’aime, Je t’adore. That’s French for I love you." Qin Yize continued.

"..."

After Qin Yize explained them all, Qiaoqiao stewed in the darkness for a while before untimely threatening, "Qin Yize, if we argue in the future, if you dare to curse me in a language I can’t understand, I’ll break your leg!"

Addressing him by his full name, her emotions seemed serious.

Qin Yize felt sometimes knowing too much isn’t always good, quickly promised, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t, I wouldn’t dare..."

Besides, he couldn’t bear to.

He would have to be crazy to do such a thing.

Qiaoqiao reached out and pinched his waist angrily, "No more speaking Japanese, I’m very patriotic."

Her unreasonable fuss, what’s the relation between speaking Japanese and patriotism?

Yet Qin Yize promptly promised, "Alright, I won’t say it."

The next moment, pain returned in his waist, Qin Yize hissed with discomfort.

The insensitive little girl, with her spiritual energy infused fingers, sharply pinched him again. Qin Yize felt defeated, wrapping Qiaoqiao’s hands in his large palm, cautiously fixing her in his embrace, helplessly and dotingly saying, "I’m only trying to make you smile, who knew flattering would backfire on the flatterer."