The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Xing Yanzhao hung up the phone, looked up at Luo Huai and said, "He never says a nice thing."

“I have no other relationship with Pei Yuanzhou.” Luo Huai lowered her eyes, her nose tingling with tears, but she still wore a well-behaved smile. “I wasn’t sent by the Pei family to spy on the enemy.”

Ding dong, ding dong...

Doorbell rang.

Xing Yanzhao closed his slightly open mouth again, a hint of ferocity appearing in his eyes, and strode over to open the door.

Kuangye stood there, carrying two orange bags.

"I ran into her downstairs, so I brought it up for Miss Pei?" He raised an eyebrow, asking, "What do you mean?"

Xing Yanzhao took the bag. "Alright, you can go now. Just don't run into President Qiao."

"know."

"Don't hang out with President Qiao all the time, gossiping like an old lady from the village."

"..." Kuangye opened his mouth, and with a bang, his brother slammed him outside.

Well, we've messed with them.

Just for a Pei family adopted daughter?

Who is it? They have such a big face.

He couldn't help but become curious, but the door was tightly closed and he couldn't see anything.

It's true, I came here out of kindness to comfort them, but I ended up being locked out.

Kuangye pursed his lips and left.

Xing Yanzhao handed the items to Luo Huai, saying, "Change into these, and we'll go down to offer toasts."

"what?"

“Shoes, skirt,” he said succinctly.

"For me?" Luo Huai slowly reached out and took it. At Xing Yanzhao's signal, she went to the bedroom, where the character for "double happiness" was pasted everywhere, and the bed sheets and duvet covers were made of real silk and were bright red.

This is their wedding room tonight.

Luo Huai looked around for a moment, then took out shoes and a skirt.

Flat shoes, size 37.5, fit perfectly.

Luo Huai was taken aback.

How does he know?

The bright red toast dress fits the waist perfectly and is just the right length, reaching down to the ankles.

Luo Huai was stunned for a moment.

As soon as she stepped out, a glint of light appeared in Xing Yanzhao's deep eyes.

The strapless red dress, without too many complicated elements, cleverly conceals the cool and alluring beauty of the red color and the strapless design with its pleated design. In particular, the fluffy and soft shawl, which hangs only at Luo Huai's wrist, seems to float in mid-air.

The fitted waist and full skirt elongate the figure, and the exposed ankles are white and delicate.

It exudes both nobility and sweetness.

Xing Yanzhao stared at it intently for a long time.

The bride was beautiful, but her smile seemed a bit forced.

"Brother Zhao?"

"Ok?"

Luo Huai called him three times before he came to his senses.

"Is the fabric uncomfortable?"

"No, they fit perfectly," Luo Huai asked softly. "How did you know my shoe size?"

"I can tell just by shaking your hand." Xing Yanzhao looked away, tilted his head and called to her, "Let's go."

Luo Huai followed behind.

His legs were so long that one of his steps was almost equivalent to two of Luo Huai's.

Although Luo Huai's ankle wasn't swollen, it was still slightly painful, and her heel and toes were also a little sore.

She gritted her teeth and jogged after him.

After Xing Yanzhao entered the elevator and turned around, he realized that Luo Huai was still behind him, so he hurriedly ran over.

He reached out and blocked the elevator door once again.

"Thank you." Luo Huai said, slightly out of breath.

"Thank whom?" Xing Yanzhao withdrew his hand, and the elevator doors closed.

Luo Huai quickly added, "Brother Zhao."

"Remember to call me that next time."

As soon as Xing Yanzhao finished speaking, Luo Huai immediately thought of her father. The most important thing her father taught her was to be polite and to remember to greet people.

Just like Zhu Shuangshuang said, she's just like her father.

Thinking of her parents, Luo Huai's eyes reddened slightly again. She gently wiped them with her fingers, and as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Pei Yuanzhou standing at the door.

Pei Yuanzhou noticed her tearful, red eyes and stepped forward to hold Luo Huai's arms. "Did he hit you?"

A sharp gaze swept towards Xing Yanzhao.

Xing Yanzhao's disdainful gaze swept over, followed by his hand, which grabbed Pei Yuanzhou's fingers that were on Luo Huai and twisted them backward.

He stepped into the past, forcing people back step by step.

"Why is President Pei touching someone else's wife?"

Pei Yuanzhou's pupils contracted slightly, whether from the excruciating pain in his fingers or from the words "someone else's wife."

It was nearly evening, and the orange and red glow of the sunset painted the horizon.

When Luo Huai looked up, she saw the man's broad back, narrow waist, and raised arms, his clothes taut, revealing slightly bulging muscles.

His tall figure blocked some of the sunset glow, and also blocked Pei Yuanzhou.

Luo Huai's eyes flickered slightly.

Xing Yanzhao released the other person's fingers and turned his head.

Backlit, the man's nose was sharp and prominent, his lips had a soft curve, his jaw was hard and angular, his neck was smooth, and his prominent Adam's apple was clearly visible.

Like a mesmerizing scissor under the setting sun, it has a touch of ascetic restraint.

The man opened his mouth.

"I'm leaving...wife."

Xing Yanzhao paused for a moment when he called out "wife," as it was his first time having a wife and he wasn't quite used to saying it.

"Wife, go toast the guests."

The second time, it just slipped out.

Men always speak and act so naturally that it doesn't make people feel annoyed or teasing.

That seems to be the case.

Luo Huai followed Xing Yanzhao, brushing past Pei Yuanzhou, but still glancing at Pei Yuanzhou out of the corner of his eye.

Over the years, her gaze had become accustomed to following Pei Yuanzhou, and even if she didn't want to, her body had developed muscle memory for it.

However, she only glanced at it briefly before quickly looking away.

Xing Yanzhao stopped and waited for her, this time not walking ahead.

The two walked at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Pei Yuanzhou felt his fingers hurting again.

……

at the banquet.

Xing Zhengyu and Pei Youyou had just finished toasting and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when Luo Huai and Xing Yanzhao appeared, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Especially after Luo Huai changed into a comfortable and suitable toasting dress, the red color made her look even more fair-skinned, with a rosy glow emanating from her fair complexion.

Pei Youyou's smile gradually faded.

And so it happened again; every time Luo Huai appeared, no one looked at her anymore.

She noticed that Xing Zhengyu was also looking at Luo Huai.

“Brother Zhengyu!” Pei Youyou grabbed Xing Zhengyu’s hand and pouted.

Xing Zhengyu turned his head and gently kissed her forehead, explaining, "Little jealous girl, I think with you around, who else can catch my eye?"

Pei Youyou was delighted and pulled him to sit down, her resentful gaze sweeping over Luo Huai once more.

Luo Huai took a deep breath, smiled gracefully, took Xing Yanzhao's arm with poise, reached for the wine glass, and walked towards the elders.

In contrast, Xing Yanzhao appeared even more impatient and menacing.

He holds a glass of wine like he's holding a knife; if anyone annoys him, he'll smash that glass down.