Chapter 47: Proud Scholar x Elite Lawyer 05

Living room of the apartment.

Xie Qingjia was watching TV with a bucket of popcorn in his arms when he suddenly heard a rhythmic knocking at the door.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

He put down the oversized bucket of popcorn, slipped on his slippers, and walked towards the door.

The door creaked open, and a familiar Western man’s face appeared before him, making him draw in a sharp breath.

Xie Qingjia blinked a few times, finally remembering something he had forgotten.

He had forgotten about Oberon.

Oberon stared at the carefree young man, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

“Qingjia, I’ve been waiting for you for two days.”

Xie Qingjia looked at the dark circles under Oberon’s eyes and smiled awkwardly, “Well… Oberon, why don’t you come in and talk.”

Oberon followed Xie Qingjia inside and glanced at the living room where a TV drama was playing.

“A love separated by mountains and seas can still be bridged.” A line from a Chinese TV drama suddenly rang out, making Xie Qingjia scratch his head in embarrassment.

“Sit down first, I’ll get you some water.”

Oberon sat on the sofa in the living room, his gaze fixed on the TV screen. The people in the screen, dressed in ancient costumes, were chattering away, making him blink in partial understanding.

So Qingjia likes to binge-watch dramas, and even these ancient fantasy dramas!

Xie Qingjia placed the glass of water on the table and said in a gentle voice, “Drink some water to calm down, and we can talk slowly.”

Oberon picked up the glass and took a sip, then began to question Xie Qingjia.

“That day when I confessed to you…”

He paused, then lifted his eyes to look at the handsome, laid-back young man.

“You said you would think about it. How are you feeling now?”

Xie Qingjia chuckled, “What do you think? Should I agree or refuse?”

Oberon said matter-of-factly, “Of course, I want you to agree.”

“But I can’t control your decision.”

He may want it, but whether to agree or not is ultimately up to Xie Qingjia.

Xie Qingjia leaned back, his affectionate, almond-shaped eyes lazily looking at the other man. He asked in a gentle voice, “When did you start liking me?”

Oberon answered honestly, “The first time I saw you.”

“The first time I saw you, my heart exploded with fireworks.”

“My heart beats only for you.”

Xie Qingjia thought back to their first meeting and couldn’t help but frown, “What was there to be moved by when I was beating someone up in the alley?”

Oberon shook his head, his blue eyes filled with unhidden affection.

“The first time I saw you was at the Westin Bar. You were sitting at the bar drinking alone, and I just glanced over and froze.”

“You were very beautiful and radiant, making me unable to resist the urge to approach you.”

He glanced at Xie Qingjia a couple of times, “So, when I saw you leave, I followed you, and who knew what would happen in the alley later.”

“But it was because of that incident that we became good friends, and it gave me the chance to get closer to you and understand you.”

Xie Qingjia leaned against the sofa, staring at the sincere man with a half-smile.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Oberon nodded and added, “I also want to be your legal husband.”

Xie Qingjia propped his head up and looked at him, “You have high hopes, but for now, I can only be your boyfriend.”

The minimum legal marriage age for men in China is twenty-two, but in France, it is eighteen.

Oberon is twenty-seven, old enough, but Xie Qingjia is not yet twenty-two, not yet of legal marriage age.

Oberon, who had studied the relevant marriage laws, naturally knew this. He pursed his lips, “I will wait for you to reach the legal marriage age.”

It’s only a year!

“We can date for a year, and then consider getting married.”

Xie Qingjia nodded slightly, “Alright.”

Oberon suddenly lifted his head, “Qingjia, does this mean you agree?!”

Xie Qingjia smiled, “I agree.”

“My boyfriend, please take care of me from now on.” He extended his hand to Oberon.

Oberon precisely grasped Xie Qingjia’s fingers and pulled the young man into his arms.

“Qingjia, I want to hold your hand, from this moment of infatuation until our hair turns white.”

Xie Qingjia pinched Oberon’s face, “We’ll see how well you can do that.”

Oberon leaned in and kissed the corner of Xie Qingjia’s lips, the gentle kiss gradually turning into a passionate embrace.

“Among millions of people, I am fortunate to have met you.” He looked at Xie Qingjia with gratitude, grateful that he went to the Westin Bar that day.

Xie Qingjia chuckled, raised his hand, and wrapped it around Oberon’s neck to kiss him.

“Thank you for appearing and staying with me.”

—Love and being loved simultaneously make love meaningful.