After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation?
Chapter 25 - “Days After the Wedding”

Chapter 25: “Days After the Wedding”

*A night of spring passion is worth a thousand gold.*¹

Such beauty—impossible to describe.

The next morning.

Fang Han opened his eyes and slowly awoke, feeling the warmth nestled in his arms. A subtle, indescribable emotion stirred in him.

So… I’m married now?

And the bride was none other than the clever, kind-hearted Cheng Lingsu.

To be fair, when he first met her, he hadn’t had such thoughts.

It wasn’t that Cheng Lingsu wasn’t beautiful—Fang Han had seen from the start that she had a solid foundation. Once her health improved and she matured, she’d be stunning.

Even when he later learned her name and status as the Medicine King’s heir, he hadn’t entertained those thoughts.

He wasn’t the same man who had just transmigrated. If he had met Cheng Lingsu back then, he might have already developed such feelings early on.

After all, she’s the heroine. Which transmigrator wouldn’t be moved by such a woman?

But after living through decades of life simulations, Fang Han had learned to approach such matters with more calm and clarity.

So afterward, he had simply treated her as normal. He hadn’t changed his behavior just because she was Cheng Lingsu.

However…

This tragic girl from the original story, one who had caused so many readers to sigh in regret, truly had a personality that left people in awe.

After more than half a year together, Fang Han couldn’t help but develop deep affection for her.

Well, mainly because this little girl treated him far too well…

So much so that even he felt undeserving, overwhelmed by her devotion.

A brilliant and beautiful girl, with eyes only for you—what man could resist?

And so, before leaving, Fang Han decided to make her his wife and take her home.

If he didn’t have those feelings, why bother?

It wasn’t like he had to marry her to bring her along.

Given Cheng Lingsu’s feelings for him, she certainly wouldn’t have refused.

But that would’ve been somewhat irresponsible.

Besides, they were inside a life simulation…

Why hold back? Why hesitate and tiptoe around?

As he gently caressed the soft skin in his embrace, Fang Han reflected on life.

“Mm~”

Cheng Lingsu let out a soft whimper and opened her eyes.

Meeting Fang Han’s gaze, she instantly became alert, her face tinged pink. “Brother Fang…”

She was about to sit up, but Fang Han pulled her back into his arms.

“Lingsu, you should rest a little longer.”

After all the tossing around from last night, most of her strength was drained.

They lingered in warmth for a while longer. As the morning light brightened, Cheng Lingsu refused to stay still any longer.

Seeing the affection in Fang Han’s gaze, Cheng Lingsu felt a sweetness blossom in her chest. Smiling brightly, she said, “Brother Fang, don’t worry. It’s not a big deal. And besides, I’m a doctor—I know my condition.”

Of course, Fang Han knew that. He just couldn’t help feeling tender toward this girl who was now his wife.

Before he transmigrated, he had never married. And in all his life simulation runs, he had never married either.

In the early years, he had been too busy chasing opportunities. And when he finally returned to Linshui in the later years, he was already thirty-six.

By the time he mastered medicine, he was in his forties—nearly fifty.

Because of his good reputation and excellent medical skills, he had no shortage of matchmakers. But having lived alone for so long, and already reaching such an age, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.

And so, from beginning to end, he had remained alone.

That made Cheng Lingsu the only wife he’d ever had—in both lifetimes.

Naturally, he cherished her deeply.

Cheng Lingsu gave him a soft smile, sat up slowly, and the blanket slid down her body.

Her face flushed red again. Having just married, she was still at her most bashful. She quickly turned around and dressed carefully.

Seeing Fang Han getting up too, Cheng Lingsu said, “Brother Fang, you should rest a little longer. I’ll call you after I finish preparing breakfast.”

Fang Han chuckled. “No need. I’ve always gotten up early at this hour.”

Cheng Lingsu didn’t insist further. It wasn’t early anymore anyway. She fetched his clothes and helped him dress.

“Uh…”

Fang Han looked a little awkward. Cheng Lingsu saw this and only smiled more sweetly, her eyes curving into gentle arcs.

“All done.”

The girl, newly married, had already slipped into the role of a dutiful wife with surprising ease—her gentle demeanor soft and radiant.

Seeing her like that warmed Fang Han’s heart. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

“Ah~”

Cheng Lingsu was startled. She shot Fang Han a reproachful look.

Whether she accidentally strained something or just reacted instinctively, her brow furrowed slightly.

Fang Han quickly supported her. “Are you alright?”

Thinking of last night, Cheng Lingsu’s face flushed again. She shook her head softly. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

With that, she stepped out of the room—her movements swift and neat.

Still, Fang Han could tell her walk had a subtle awkwardness to it.

Watching her for a moment, Fang Han exhaled gently.

He stepped into the courtyard and began practicing Taizu Long Fist²—limbs flowing in powerful motions that opened his joints and loosened his muscles.

After one complete set, he followed up with a session of Following Wind Swordplay, then wrapped up with another round of Taizu Long Fist.

After warming up, his entire body was burning with energy, feeling utterly refreshed.

Cheng Lingsu had already prepared breakfast and had been standing to the side watching him for a while. Her eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands in delight. “Brother Fang, you have such incredible martial skills! That was Taizu Long Fist, wasn’t it? So fierce and dynamic!”

Taizu Long Fist was widely known.

Cheng Lingsu had learned a bit about it and recognized the form.

Fang Han couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t start flattering me.”

He knew his wife also practiced martial arts—and wasn’t bad, either.

“I’m not flattering you! I meant it sincerely~” Cheng Lingsu stepped forward. Seeing how drenched he was in sweat, she said, “Brother Fang, wait here. I’ll go boil some water so you can bathe.”

“It’s fine. Let me rest a bit—I’ll just wash with cold water.”

Usually, one shouldn’t use cold water after sweating—it traps the heat inside. But Fang Han wasn’t worried. He had internal cultivation, after all.

He slowly regulated his breath, adjusted his internal energy and circulation, and soon reached a calm state.

Then he fetched a bucket of water from the courtyard well, went inside, and cleaned up thoroughly. He also freshened his face and changed into the clothes Cheng Lingsu had prepared.

The two of them returned to the main room. On the table were several simple yet delicious breakfast dishes.

Seeing Fang Han savoring the meal with half-closed eyes, Cheng Lingsu bit her lip and asked softly, “Brother Fang, does it suit your taste?”

Fang Han nodded repeatedly, praising, “Lingsu, your cooking is so much better than mine.”

He wasn’t just being polite. This girl’s cooking was better—maybe not by a huge margin, but the difference was obvious.

“To marry such a capable wife—I am lucky.”

Cheng Lingsu blushed at the praise. She didn’t say much in return—just quietly picked up some food and placed it in his bowl.

In the days that followed, more than half a month passed.

Originally, Fang Han had planned to leave in three days. But now that he was married, that plan was delayed by an entire month.

After all, you can’t just get married and immediately take your wife on a long journey.

They needed time together—even just to enjoy each other’s company for a while.

Besides, given Cheng Lingsu’s condition after their wedding night, it wasn’t the right time for travel.

Moving around the house was fine. But long-distance travel?

Not ideal.

Fang Han simply couldn’t bear to let her suffer.

So, after the wedding, the two of them spent more than half a month in sweet, loving harmony, wrapped in the joy of newlywed life.

Only then did they begin preparing to set off.

📌 Footnotes:

        1. 一夜春宵值千金 (yī yè chūnxiāo zhí qiān jīn)– “A night of spring passion is worth a thousand gold pieces.” A classical Chinese idiom describing the deep, priceless joy of romantic union, especially the wedding night.
        1. 太祖长拳 (Tàizǔ Chángquán)– “Taizu Long Fist.” A traditional martial art system attributed to Emperor Taizu of Song, known for its strong, powerful movements. Commonly taught and widely recognized in various martial arts schools.
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