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

Luo Huai stayed at the old house for dinner. Halfway through the meal, the old butler came and said, "Young Master Yanzhao has arrived."

She turned around, but didn't see anyone.

The old butler chuckled, "We've only just arrived at the entrance. It's at least a five-minute walk to the main hall."

The old lady smiled at Luo Huai, "Looking forward to his return, aren't you?"

Just now, she looked exactly like a wife eagerly awaiting her husband's return home, and Luo Huai's face flushed slightly.

The old lady smiled and said she wouldn't tease her anymore.

The old man instructed the servants to bring in new bowls and chopsticks.

Under the dim streetlights, the man walked slowly, his fingers hooking his coat over his shoulder, a cigarette between his fingers, which he flicked off the ash and took a puff.

With a flick of his finger, the cigarette butt landed precisely in the trash can by the door.

He lowered his hand from her shoulder and handed his coat to the maid.

"Grandpa, Grandma." After greeting the two elders, Xing Yanzhao's gaze fell on Luo Huai, carefully examining her features. He hadn't seen her for four or five days.

Seeing the tiny, secret glistening drops on his hair and shoulders, Luo Huai asked, "Did it rain?"

"It's nothing." Xing Yanzhao patted his shoulder. He had just sat down next to Luo Huai when the old lady told him to wash his hands before eating.

He had no choice but to get up and do as he was told.

When I came back after washing my hands, a bowl of hot red date and cuttlefish soup had already been served.

Xing Yanzhao looked at Luo Huai: "Did you serve this?"

"No." Luo Huai had barely finished speaking when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. "Then shall I get you a bowl?"

Xing Yanzhao picked up the soup in front of him and drank it all, then handed Wan to Luo Huai, saying, "Thank you."

His gaze was fixed on Luo Huai's hand.

Her fingers were slender and pale, with short nails that were neither too long nor too short. The rounded nail beds were a fleshy pink, and the nails themselves were a translucent pink.

Even her hands are so beautiful.

These beautiful hands ladled half a bowl of soup for him.

Xing Yanzhao reached out and took it, unable to help but smile: "I can drink a bowl of hot soup served by my wife as soon as I get back."

He's getting better and better at calling his wife "wife".

Luo Huai's face flushed again.

The old man and woman saw that the two had a good relationship, and it was worth it for them to have personally approved the marriage in the first place.

After dinner, Xing Yanzhao said to his grandparents, "Grandpa and Grandma, I'm taking Luo Huai back with me. I won't disturb your peace and quiet."

His tone was respectful, and he even had a slight smile on his face.

This was the complete opposite of his impatient expression at the Xing family's house.

Zhao Ge is a man of strong likes and dislikes. Luo Huai thought to himself.

"Young Master Yanzhao, the wheelchair." The old butler pushed over the electric wheelchair that Luo Huai used to sit in.

Xing Yanzhao said, "No need, I'm here, why would I need a wheelchair?"

He picked up Luo Huai with both hands.

The man approached suddenly, and he had a faint smell of tobacco on him.

Luo Huai doesn't dislike the smell of smoke; a milder smell is fine, but too strong is not good.

"Hold on tight." Xing Yanzhao freed one hand to get an umbrella from the butler.

A large black umbrella sheltered the two people.

The rain was light; any sound would drown out the faint patter of the rain. Only under the lamplight could one see the drizzle.

Luo Huai wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his head against his chest, his strong heart pounding in his ears, even seeming to quicken.

Luo Huai looked up, her bright eyes wide open, and said, "Brother Zhao, are you tired? Your heart is beating a little fast."

“It’s normal,” Xing Yanzhao said without changing his expression. “What man’s heart doesn’t race when he’s holding his wife?”

Luo Huai pursed her lips.

She shouldn't have asked that question.

Seeing that she remained silent again, Xing Yanzhao got down to business: "Did Pei Youyou apologize to you?"

Luo Huai shook her head. "Grandpa and Grandma said that if she doesn't come to apologize to me before dinner tomorrow, Xing Zhengyu will change his surname back to Lin and leave the Xing family with Pei Youyou."

"Then there's no need to worry. Xing Zhengyu and the Pei family will force her to apologize."

Upon arriving at the old house, the driver immediately opened the back door. Xing Yanzhao bent down and carefully placed the person inside, being careful not to bump her feet.

"Brother Zhao," Luo Huai said sincerely, "thank you."

"You're welcome." Xing Yanzhao suddenly moved closer to her, one hand on the seat and the other on the car window behind Luo Huai, grinning mischievously. "Want a kiss?"

"Give, give, give...give what?"

It scared everyone so much they started stuttering.

The frightened deer eyes widened slightly.

Luo Huai felt a sense of pressure emanating from the man; if he were to kiss her like that…

She winced.

A low laugh suddenly came from above, casual and seemingly unserious, yet with a magnetic depth that lingered and teased the ears and made them feel numb and hot.

"Just kidding." Xing Yanzhao got into the car.

After the car door closed and the car drove smoothly for a while, Luo Huai finally calmed down.

“Brother Zhao”.

"Ok?"

"I prepared a gift for you, it's on its way." Luo Huai silently took out his phone and sent a message to Zhu Shuangshuang, asking where that model was.

……

With dinner time fast approaching, Pei Youyou was nowhere to be seen.

Xing's mother was very anxious.

She didn't want her son, whom she had raised for 29 years, to leave the Xing family, and she didn't want him to change his surname back to Lin.

She raised the child with great effort, so why should the Lin family get the benefit?

She sent a message to her son.

Xing Zhengyu certainly wanted Pei Youyou to apologize quickly, but when Pei Youyou heard that Luo Huai was at the Xing family's house, she started grumbling and refused.

He tried everything – kissing and coaxing, he tried every method imaginable.

"Youyou." Xing Zhengyu's voice sounded tired, but he forced a gentle tone. "Didn't Mom and Dad analyze this with you? If we don't apologize to your sister-in-law, we'll have to leave the Xing family..."

"Fine, I'll leave!" Pei Youyou couldn't bring herself to apologize to Luo Huai in front of the Xing family, even if it was just a simple "I'm sorry." It wouldn't hurt her.

Apologizing secretly is more appropriate.

Luo Huai did it on purpose. He deliberately returned to the Xing family early this morning, just to make her lose face in the Xing family and establish his authority in front of the servants.

She had to apologize to Luo Huai.

How dare the servants be disrespectful to Luo Huai in the future?

Anyway, it won't work.

“Brother Zhengyu, it’s okay to leave. You can become a son-in-law of the Pei family. My parents and brother will be willing. I have everything you need, from cars and houses to money!”

Xing Zhengyu's patience was almost exhausted.

I really want to slap the unreasonable Pei Youyou twice.

A slap would be too lenient.

But it just can't be.

The only help he could think of was his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Xing Zhengyu smiled and said, "Okay, you should tell your parents-in-law."

Pei Youyou took out her phone, then hesitated.

Before leaving home, her parents repeatedly told her that she had to apologize to Luo Huai no matter what, otherwise she would hurt Zheng Yu and the Pei family.

She's no longer a child; now that she's married, she has more to consider.

She just doesn't understand why she can't consider herself?

Dad got angry because of that.

This is the first time.

She was a little scared.

"Never mind." Pei Youyou leaned on Xing Zhengyu's shoulder in a deflated manner. "Brother Zhengyu, I only apologized because of you."

Xing Zhengyu immediately felt nauseous.

The displeasure was fleeting in his eyes.

“I know.” He turned his head and kissed Pei Youyou on the cheek.

The two stepped into the Xing family's gate.

All the servants stood in neat rows in the hall, heads bowed.

Xing Yanzhao and Luo Huai sat on the sofa, with fruit and snacks on the coffee table. They ate quite a bit, clearly having waited all afternoon.

Fortunately, no one else was there.

The raindrops were pattering down outside the window.

The two people on the sofa didn't speak, their eyes were fixed on Pei Youyou.

Luo Huai was alright; his eyes never seemed aggressive. But Xing Yanzhao's eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Pei Youyou gritted her teeth and endured it again and again.

Approaching Luo Huai in front of all the servants, he avoided eye contact and said casually, "I'm sorry."

This was the first time Luo Huai had heard these three words from Pei Youyou.

Even if it's not from the heart.

It's just like a proud peacock having its head forcibly pressed down.

Xing Yanzhao denied it, raising his chin and saying casually, "I can't hear you."