Chapter 111: The Feeling of Sharing a Blanket (Part Four)

After an hour and a half, Yang Fan returned to the most familiar mountaintop. He set up the barbecue grill and brought out some red wine. While grilling the meat, he also pitched a large tent—a custom-made five-person tent he had specially ordered. Lin Ruo and Lin Xi sat quietly by the grill without saying a word.

“Where’s the gift?” Lin Ruo asked.

“It’s not until midnight. Why are you in such a hurry?” Yang Fan replied with a smile.

After setting up the tent, Yang Fan went back to his spot and even brought his laptop over.

“You’re not planning to watch movies with us all night on our birthday, are you?” Lin Ruo teased.

“No, you’re definitely wrong. At 11:55, I’ll start the computer,” Yang Fan said.

“It’s already eleven o’clock!” Lin Ruo glanced at her phone.

“Still fifty minutes to go, no rush!” Yang Fan chuckled and poured red wine for the two sisters.

“Eat a little!” Yang Fan handed over several skewers. Tonight was a special celebration, one that belonged solely to Lin Ruo and Lin Xi.

On the opposite mountain, it was quiet as well. Actually, a group of people were there—Zhang Chen, Xu Tao, Wang Jie, and the third brother. They had gone through great difficulties to find the path up the mountain and had struggled immensely to carry the fireworks up.

“Third brother, watch the time!”

“I’m watching. Half an hour left!” the third brother replied.

Yang Fan happily ate, the tent shielding them so that only they could see outside. From the outside, it was pitch black. Moreover, it wasn’t cold…

At 11:50, Lin Ruo spoke again. She had been staring at her phone all evening, seemingly waiting for something. Meanwhile, Lin Xi remained calm tonight.

“Come, Lin Xi, let me feed you!”

“It's 11:50!” Lin Ruo reminded.

“It’s fine, I know. I’ve set the timer on my phone!” Yang Fan said.

After finishing another skewer, the phone rang!

Yang Fan opened his laptop and clicked on a file.

“FanRuo Virtual Marriage System, Open Beta Theme!”

“In memory of those who once loved or still love but cannot be true spouses!”

Suddenly, fireworks soared into the sky—a symbol marking the official launch of the FanRuo Virtual Marriage System at that very moment.

This was the first virtual online game developed by Fanmei Animation and Game Company.

“Sis, look—the fireworks!” Lin Xi said.

“Yang Fan, you’re really boring!” Lin Ruo remarked.

“Really, you just download this game, have a baby, and raise it every day. When the baby is born, you even get to receive a realistic intelligent robot!” Yang Fan explained.

Lin Ruo said nothing, just staring at the fireworks across from her. Yang Fan took her phone and downloaded the game for her.

The software’s setting was that only after Yang Fan and Lin Ruo became the first married couple could the main scene be unlocked.

FanRuo—Yang Fan and Lin Ruo—this was the birthday gift he gave her.

Lin Ruo simply smiled at the fireworks, seemingly consenting to Yang Fan’s gesture. Lin Xi was also downloading the game.

“Ding dong, congratulations to the world’s first married couple! Congratulations to Yang Fan and Lin Ruo on their union, may you grow old together!”

That was the system notification sound. Yang Fan handed the phone back to Lin Ruo, who put it away and returned to the tent, no longer speaking.

“Does your sister like it?”

“She does,” Lin Xi said.

“Then let’s get married too. I’ll teach you how to play!”

Lin Xi nodded.

Fanmei Company was once again abuzz because as soon as the virtual marriage system went live, registrations exceeded ten million. The early promotional work must have been effective, and besides, there were so many people in the world who loved each other but couldn’t be together!

If they couldn’t be together in reality, then marrying online wasn’t a bad alternative—and they could even have children.

Wu Qian, Xia Yufei, Zhao Jing, Wang Yun, Huo Xinxin—all registered, even Zhao Mengnan signed up.

“Look, this is how you have a baby. We’re the parents, one male and one female!” Yang Fan was teaching Lin Xi.

Lin Xi happily followed along. The two sisters only smiled like this when they were with Yang Fan.

“I haven’t given you your gift yet!”

“What?”

Yang Fan laughed and kissed Lin Xi, who responded passionately.

It was a long kiss…

“Do you like this birthday gift?”

“I do!” Lin Xi said frankly.

“All right, let’s go to sleep!” Yang Fan pulled Lin Xi up. Outside, the fireworks continued. The two of them walked into the tent.

The five-person tent was spacious enough. Lin Ruo lay on one side, covered with a thick quilt. She wasn’t asleep; her hand was tapping on her phone.

Her arm was bare…

Yang Fan slipped under the quilt, and Lin Xi followed, turning off the lights.

“Let me see how old our child is!” Yang Fan tried to grab Lin Ruo’s phone, but she pushed it aside.

“Go to sleep!”

Yang Fan pouted. She was clearly raising the child but refused to admit it.

“Why can’t my baby be born?”

“That’s because the parents’ intimacy level isn’t high enough. Click here!” Yang Fan instructed Lin Xi.

There were faint breathing sounds from Lin Ruo’s side. It was unclear whether she was pretending to sleep or really asleep.

A group chat notification sounded. Yang Fan glanced casually and saw Wang Yun saying Lin Ruo’s baby was already two months old—the first in the entire server.

Yang Fan was speechless. “You still say you’re not raising it!”

He played with Lin Xi until late. When she grew tired, Yang Fan wasn’t sleepy. He heard Lin Ruo turn over and gently press on him.

Yang Fan stiffened all over. At this moment, a wave of melancholy washed over him.

“Can you fulfill one wish? I want to hold you and sleep for a while,” Yang Fan whispered.

Lin Ruo shifted her body closer, and Yang Fan embraced her.

In the darkness, only heavy sighs could be heard.

The next morning, when Yang Fan woke up, his left side was empty, but Lin Xi was awake on his right, though she hadn’t gotten up.

“Where’s your sister?”

“She went out,” Lin Xi said.

“Let’s lie down a bit more. Then tonight, we’ll go home and buy a big cake!”

“My sister and I have never celebrated our birthdays before!”

“Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll celebrate for you every year—once according to the solar calendar, once according to the lunar calendar. Twice a year!” Yang Fan promised.

Outside, the sound of the tent zipper being pulled open came. Lin Ruo entered.

“Aren’t you two getting up yet?”

“How old is our child now?” Yang Fan asked.

“Boring!”

Yang Fan pouted. “Your heart and your words don’t match!”

“Get up! We’re leaving soon!”

“Okay!” Yang Fan sat up. They all slept without clothes last night—Lin Ruo and Lin Xi included.

Yang Fan got out of bed first and stepped out of the tent.

“How was it sleeping under the same quilt last night?”

“I didn’t do anything, so does that count as sleeping under the same quilt?” Lin Ruo laughed—a rare smile during the day.

“You know, by the way, about what I said last time…”

“Get lost!”