Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 82 - I Was Also His God (The End)

September 25, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

Happy Reading~Chapter 82: I Was Also His God (The End)

 

By the time the final episode of <Lovely Baby> aired on television, filming had already wrapped up for a while. The weather had quietly shifted from summer to the chill of winter.

 

A segment from Wen Liang’s interview had been clipped and edited as part of the promo—it was around three minutes long and surpassed fifty million views.

 

The interview questions were originally sourced due to public curiosity about their love story. But instead of satisfying that curiosity, the video only made people more intrigued.

 

Wen Liang said the two had been together for ten years. Netizens quickly calculated and realized that Chen Die had been with Wen Liang since she was 18 and just graduated from high school. 

 

[Damn!! That means all those rumors from Chen Die’s college forum were true!! They got together during military training, so they must have been getting close in high school already!!]

 

[Her high school days, her 18 years old—I'm so envious.]

 

[And even at 28, she's still living the dream—Chen Die is a real-life winner!]

 

[Wuwuwu I really want to know how Chen Die and Mr. Wen fell in love. That line at the end of the interview—“No one can be better than me”—I'm totally smitten. Who doesn’t agree that Wen and Die are a perfect match!!]

 

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Many fans grew increasingly curious about their love story and started another wave of digging for old content, trying to piece together every bit of their past. But most of it had already been unearthed earlier, so there wasn’t much new material to find.

 

Chen Die and Wen Liang didn’t offer any further explanation on the topic either.

 

After the show wrapped up, Chen Die returned to filming movies. Wen Liang and the big brother-little sister duo resumed their normal life, and both Wen Zhijing and Wen Zhiling started kindergarten.

 

Chen Shao and Ye Chuqing’s child was a few months older than theirs, named Chen Yu. The three kids were in the same class at kindergarten, so they could look out for each other.

 

Chinese New Year's Eve happened to fall on a weekend.

 

The elder generation of the Wen family had all passed away. These years, they either went back to Wuxi to visit Chen Jianping and Wang Mian, or to see Old Master Chen for the New Year.

 

This year it was the Chen family's turn. When Wen Liang and Chen Die arrived, Chen Shao and Ye Chuqing were already there.

 

Although Wen Liang had grown more mature over the years in how he handled things, his personality and temper hadn’t changed a bit—he still wouldn’t try to please others or bother to blend in.

 

Fortunately, the big brother and little sister were always lively and noisy, bringing some cheer to the household.

 

Old Master Chen invited everyone to sit. He was now preparing to step down from his top position at the Chen Group. However, Chen Shao still had no interest in taking over the family business. Ye Chuqing, on the other hand, was quite supportive of the idea and allied with Old Master Chen.

 

In Old Master Chen’s view, only if Chen Shao took over could the Chen Group continue to thrive. 

 

Ye Chuqing’s reasoning was even simpler—although she also had her own media-related business, it was still far more fun to spend money earned by someone else.

 

The three kids wished the old master a Happy New Year and received red envelopes.

 

Halfway through dinner, the kids started clamoring to go play, so a housekeeper took them to the front garden to play in the snow.

 

Ye Chuqing, although two years older than Chen Die, still hadn’t quite grasped the whole ‘motherhood’ thing as well as Chen Die had.

 

She had always been a top student, outstanding from school to the workplace—unlike most rich heiresses. But back when she unexpectedly got pregnant, married, and gave birth, she hadn’t been mentally prepared.

 

Even though her child was already four years old now, she still interacted with him more like a big sister than a mother.

 

She wasn’t as meticulous as Chen Die, instead being rather careless and carefree. She’d encountered plenty of bumps along the parenting road and eventually just settled into that dynamic.

 

There’s a saying: “Children from poor families grow up faster.” But in their household, it was more like—Ye Chuqing was neither a typical wife nor a typical mother, so Chen Shao had no choice but to step up and become the “father” early on.

 

For a long time, they had no clue how to handle the growing Chen Yu. Still, despite the chaos, they finally came to understand that the person beside them was indeed the one in their heart.

 

At the dinner table, Ye Chuqing chatted with Chen Die while telling Chen Shao to go drag Chen Yu back inside to do his homework.

 

Calling it ‘homework’ was generous—it was just some drawing and crafts.

 

Chen Shao lazily glanced at her. “What’s the rush? It’s New Year’s Eve.”

 

“You said the same thing a few days ago—that it’s almost New Year, so no homework. Next, you’ll say it’s just after New Year, so no homework again. You can go to the next parent-teacher conference. I’m not going again,” Ye Chuqing said.

 

“No one does homework on New Year’s Eve,” Chen Shao insisted stubbornly. “This age is meant for play.”

 

Ye Chuqing rolled her eyes and turned to ask Chen Die, the parent of his classmates: “Have Baby Jing and Baby Ling done theirs?”

 

“They finished already,” Chen Die replied after thinking for a second. “Didn’t the teacher assign it quite a while ago?”

 

Ye Chuqing slapped Chen Shao’s leg hard: “See?!”

 

Chen Shao chuckled and caught her hand, still lounging like a lord without moving an inch.

 

Ye Chuqing couldn’t deal with her husband and son. She had always excelled academically, full of talents in kindergarten, and always at the top in later years.

 

Thanks to Chen Yu, she had experienced criticism for her child’s performance for the first time in her life.

 

And this kindergarten really encouraged parent involvement—always inviting parents to meetings. She couldn’t understand what kind of serious meetings needed to be held for a bunch of toddlers.

 

At the last meeting, Baby Jing and Baby Ling’ss father was the one who showed up.

 

Although Wen Zhiling was a bit spoiled, she performed very well at school. She probably inherited her mother’s talent—she could sing and dance and was very popular with the kindergarten teachers.

 

But Wen Zhijing and Chen Yu were different—whenever trouble broke out at kindergarten, those two were never far from it.

 

Thankfully, with Wen Zhiling around, whenever the teacher needed to talk to Wen Liang, they would always start by praising Baby Ling before mentioning Baby Jing’s issues. Ye Chuqing wasn’t so lucky—she now truly understood the saying, “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”

 

Later, she went home and told Chen Shao about it. He still didn’t take anything seriously and lazily replied, “Then let’s just have another kid.”

 

Ye Chuqing: “…”

 

Absolutely hopeless.

 

After a pause, still unwilling to give up, she asked Chen Die again, “Baby Jing finished his homework, too?”

 

Chen Die smiled and gave a soft “mm,” then pointed at Wen Liang and said, “Both the twins are scared of him. He made sure they finished their homework a while ago.”

 

“......”

 

Ye Chuqing glanced at Chen Shao and felt there was little hope of Chen Yu ever becoming a top student.

 

At the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve, the new year officially began. Firecrackers were set off outside, filling the night with noise and bright fireworks lighting up the sky one after another.

 

Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao stayed over for the night, while Wen Zhijing and Wen Zhiling had long fallen asleep after tiring themselves out playing earlier. They originally planned to carry the kids back, but the little ones had fallen asleep and wouldn’t budge.

 

Old Master Chen suggested they pick the kids up the next morning, and Chen Die agreed.

 

She left with Wen Liang.

 

Snow was fluttering down in the night.

 

She had been chatting with Ye Chuqing earlier and unknowingly drank a bit too much. Her cheeks were flushed, her body warm, and she didn’t feel the cold even in the breeze.

 

When she unzipped her coat, Wen Liang glanced down with a frown and scolded softly, “Are you brainless?” Then firmly zipped her jacket back up.

 

Chen Die listened to his scolding without getting angry—she even found it amusing. “You’ve gotten used to scolding the twins, haven’t you? You’re getting way too fluent at this.”

 

Wen Liang zipped it all the way up, pulled her hood on, adjusted her scarf, and grumbled, “You’re no different from those two.”

 

Chen Die laughed.

 

Wen Liang looked down at her and gently tapped her forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re all a bunch of troublemakers.”

 

“If you keep worrying about everything, you’ll age faster,” Chen Die said.

 

Wen Liang gave a soft snort, grabbed her hand, and tucked it into his coat pocket, then walked through the snow to the car.

 

Since Wen Zhijing and Wen Zhiling were born, they had far less time alone together. Both of them were busy with work, so moments like tonight were rare.

 

They had moved once since then. The house in the western suburbs had been home ever since Chen Die first came to Yan City, but after all these years, they switched to a new place.

 

Wen Liang didn’t drive the car into the garage but parked outside and walked in hand-in-hand with her.

 

Snowflakes began falling again, gently settling on their shoulders as they walked in together.

 

Their breath came out in soft white clouds, misting in front of their faces.

 

Without the two little rascals around, the house felt quieter than before, but also more like the old days. It made Chen Die think of many past memories.

 

She followed behind Wen Liang, eyes downcast, lost in her thoughts.

 

After changing his shoes, Wen Liang looked up and spotted a green envelope placed on the table alongside a newspaper. It had the logo and name of the <Lovely Baby> program on it.

 

He picked it up, showed it to Chen Die, and handed it over.

 

Chen Die didn’t take it. “That’s for you.”

 

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, but didn’t think much of it. He quickly opened the envelope and found a letter inside.

 

The final episode of the program had used a different format for Chen Die’s interview. Knowing she didn’t like to share too much of her personal life on camera, they opted for a written letter instead.

 

The content of her letter was also aired during the final episode that was broadcast today, but Wen Liang, perhaps too embarrassed to watch himself, had avoided tuning in.

 

Fortunately, Chen Die had anticipated that and asked the production team to send him a physical copy of her handwritten letter on the day of the broadcast.

 

‘I’ve seen so many people online say they envy me. There was even a topic trending once: “What girl wouldn’t want to be Chen Die?” But in truth, every lucky thing in my life happened after I met Wen Liang.’

 

‘Meeting him was the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.’

 

[The Wen Liang I see is probably different from the one most people see. The one I know is gentle, a truly good person—and honestly, the most sincere person I’ve ever met.’

 

‘I met him when I was 16. Back then, I called him “Brother Wen Liang.” Now, he’s my husband.’

 

‘In high school, I needed ballet shoes for a dance performance. He gave me a beautiful pair, but they were the wrong size, so I didn’t wear them. When I grew up, he gave me a pair of crystal shoes. He said they were a princess’s glass slippers—and they were exactly my size.’

 

‘We met young. We stumbled through hardships and challenges, but in the end, we became the perfect fit for each other—like the right pair of shoes.’

 

‘He was there for me during my most uncertain, panicked days. He soothed my insecurities without a word. He gave me everything I have today.’

 

‘We have our children, Zhijing and Zhiling. We’ll raise them together, cherish every moment of their growth, and create even deeper bonds in our future.’

 

‘I love them dearly. But the one I love the most… is still Wen Liang.’

 

‘I believe Wen Liang feels the same. Perhaps that’s the unspoken confidence between us.’

 

‘We’ve been through so much and are certain that we are each other’s one and only.’

 

‘Most of the time, he’s mature and composed, but sometimes he likes to act a little spoiled with me, deliberately trying to upset me. Yet, I never feel wronged—I’m still happy to comfort him.’

 

‘Sometimes I think, among all the ways lovers in the world can be together, the bond between Wen Liang and me is the most unique.’

 

‘And I want to keep that uniqueness.'

 

‘I was especially happy on the day I married Wen Liang. Surrounded by wedding guests, I walked step by step in my wedding dress toward him—ran toward him.’

 

‘He is my god, my savior, my everything.’

 

‘But now, I can confidently say that I am also his god, his savior, his everything.’

 

‘I’m not saying “I love you” from just my side, but rather—’

 

‘I will always love you the way you love me.’

 

When Wen Liang opened the envelope, Chen Die still felt shy. She ran upstairs, leaving him alone in the living room.

 

She had written him love letters before, but never shown them to him. They were more like diary entries full of a young girl’s secret feelings. By that measure, this was the first real one.

 

After reading the letter, Wen Liang’s eyes grew hot.

 

He leaned back against the sofa, carefully reread the letter, then put it back into the envelope, tucked it into his pocket, and went upstairs.

 

Chen Die had already finished her bath and was lying in bed when she saw Wen Liang casually taking his pajamas and walking into the bathroom.

 

“......”

 

This guy was seriously heartless—not a single reaction?

 

When Wen Liang came out from the shower, Chen Die waited for a while and finally couldn’t help but kick him under the covers and ask, “Well? What’s your reaction?”

 

He chuckled hoarsely but said nothing.

 

Chen Die kept pestering him for a “reading reflection.” When she got no reply after a few tries, she gave up, feeling a bit disappointed, muttering as she turned off the light.

 

Even with the lights off, the room wasn’t completely dark. Snow outside reflected a pale glow indoors.

 

Wen Liang hugged Chen Die from behind.

 

Still sulking, she turned her back to him and pulled away, not wanting to respond.

 

Wen Liang laughed softly. “What are you mad at me for now?”

 

“Let go. I don’t want to talk to you.”

 

He continued laughing, sounding in an especially good mood. After a long while, he buried his face against the nape of her neck and, voice full of amusement, coaxed, “I’ll always love you the way you love me.”

 

Chen Die’s heart skipped a beat, and all her sulking instantly melted away. She turned around to look at him.

 

Wen Liang’s usually calm eyes glowed unusually bright in the moonlight.

 

That night, Wen Liang had a dream again.

 

Time kept rewinding—there were no Wen Zhijing or Wen Zhiling—it went back to when Chen Die was still a child.

 

She crouched beneath a bus stop sign, wearing a blue-and-white school uniform dress.

 

The wind gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

 

Wen Liang stood at a distance, watching her for a while.

 

All around were the rumbling of trains over tracks, the honking of city traffic, and the murmur of voices.

 

She seemed separated from the world—beautiful and pure, yet with her head lowered, her eyes hidden.

 

Wen Liang suddenly felt a tickle in his throat. Thinking it was just the poor air at the station, he coughed lightly, shoved his hands in his pockets, and lazily kicked a pebble at his feet.

 

The pebble hit the toe of the girl’s white shoe.

 

She finally looked up.

 

Their eyes met.

 

Wen Liang’s eyelid twitched slightly, as if scorched by some radiant light—faint, but real.

 

That was the beginning of their story.

 

And because of that beginning, no matter how winding their path may be, their story will always come full circle—into one of countless happily-ever-afters.

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