A beautiful summer night

A gentle evening breeze stirred, and the night deepened.

A Maybach passed by the Xie family's old residence silently and finally drove into the direction of Qingcheng Villa.

Xie Qiyan was leading his newlywed wife back to their bridal chamber.

Xia Wanzhi sat in the passenger seat, her fingers fiddling with the seatbelt as she began to daydream.

She had already eaten and taken a bath at the Lanting Villa, and had even made preparations for her wedding night. But just as she was about to get into bed and cover herself with the blanket, Xie Qiyan scooped her up, dressed her, and took her downstairs.

They said tonight is for good luck, and they'll be sleeping in the bridal chamber.

Xia Wanzhi couldn't figure it out.

It doesn't matter where you sleep.

At the intersection of Qingcheng Road, a familiar Rolls-Royce passed by Xie Qiyan's Maybach.

Xie Qiyan's phone kept vibrating, all of them were messages from Yu Fei reporting off his work.

Decorating the wedding room was part of the job, so Huo Yang and Yu Fei drove their boss's prestigious Rolls-Royce.

In the passenger seat, Yu Fei kept chattering on his phone: "These days, it's bad enough to be worked like a beast of burden, but we also have to be forced to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). And to make matters worse, after get off work we're suddenly sent out to decorate our wedding room!"

Huo Yang: "..."

Yu Fei pressed his philtrum: "This is one of the ten most cruel tortures for single people! Did you just see that? Our CEO Xie's car just drove by. He's taking his new wife on the road to happiness. We still have to prepare for tomorrow's meeting when we get back! It's simply outrageous!"

Huo Yang: "..."

Yu Fei continued to ramble on: "After work, we were still assigned to decorate the wedding room. It would be a shame not to give us a bonus. But tell me, why did our boss Xie only give us this last minute to do something so important?"

Huo Yang didn't speak for a long time before finally saying, "I don't know."

Yu Fei rubbed his chin: "I guess President Xie is inexperienced and unsure whether to live in the marital home after the wedding or move into the new house after getting the marriage certificate. He must have been struggling with this for a long time!"

Huo Yang glanced at him, a meaningful look in his eyes: "What, Yu Niuma is quite experienced?"

Yu Fei smiled somewhat lewdly: "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right? There aren't many assistants as considerate as me."

The light was red, and Huo Yang slammed on the brakes: "What did you do?"

A bad feeling began to grow.

Yu Fei was almost blown away by the intense push, and he cursed before replying, "Nonsense, of course it's something newlyweds would like."

Huo Yang: "..."

He could only pray that he wouldn't be killed by his boss's glare tomorrow.

Inside the Qingcheng Villa, Xia Wanzhi's pupils contracted when she saw the entire house decorated in a festive and joyous red.

Looking at the newly renovated home, Xia Wanzhi swallowed hard: "This...when did you decorate this?"

"Tonight." Xie Qiyan had indeed struggled for a long time about whether or not to move into the bridal chamber tonight. It wasn't until night fell that he finally made his decision and instructed Yu Fei and Huo Yang to bring people over to make emergency arrangements.

Due to time constraints, Yu Fei and Huo Yang brought their wedding planning team directly to make the arrangements.

The layout was decided by Xie Qiyan. After a quick look around, Xie Qiyan was fairly satisfied.

"Happy wedding." Xie Qiyan tucked Xia Wanzhi's hair into his hand, his voice slightly hoarse. "Mrs. Xie."

This was the eighth time he had congratulated her.

"Happy New Year!" Stepping into the bridal chamber gave Xia Wanzhi a strange feeling, like entering a wolf's den where she was about to be skinned alive. She pursed her lips, trying to appear calm. "Why are you all set up now? The wedding hasn't even started yet..."

"I can't wait any longer." Without saying a word, Xie Qiyan picked her up and carried her straight upstairs to the room where Xia Wanzhi had lived since she was a child.

Now, that's their wedding room.

Xia Wanzhi's heart pounded, her breathing became heavier, and the moment her feet left the ground, her mind felt like a firework exploding.

They both knew the purpose of their trip.

Xia Wanzhi closed her eyes to calm herself down.

This is even more tense than at the Orchid Pavilion.

"Open the door for me, my dear wife." Xie Qiyan hugged her, glancing at the flush on her ears, and looked at her with a half-smile, "I'm too busy."

Actually, yes.

But he wanted Xia Wanzhi to open this door.

Knowing he was up to no good, Xia Wanzhi glared at him, her slender fingers resting on the doorknob, and twisted it downwards.

The door was pushed open, revealing an extremely romantic ambient light, balloons floating in the air, and rose petals scattered all over the floor.

On the red bed are a pair of pink pig plush toys dressed in suits and wedding dresses, and below them, two sets of red pajamas are neatly folded.

Xia Wanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xie Qiyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

On the bedside table, two unopened small square boxes of different products stood quietly.

The phrase "three-in-one" is excessively eye-catching.

The heating was on early in the morning, and Xia Wanzhi's back was covered in sweat.

Xie Qiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, then he suddenly chuckled, his voice tender and alluring: "Do you like it?"

"Wh-what...what?" Xia Wanzhi stammered, almost choking on her own saliva.

Xie Qiyan placed her on the bed, leaned over her, knelt on one knee beside her, and said slowly, "Are you satisfied with the arrangement of the wedding room, Teacher Wanzi?"

Xia Wanzhi couldn't bear his overly intense gaze; she felt even his breath was scalding. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pushed against his chest, saying, "I'm...satisfied, as long as you're satisfied..."

"I'm very satisfied." Xie Qiyan's warm fingertips brushed a strand of her hair aside. "Why won't Teacher Wanzi open her eyes and look at me?"

Xia Wanzhi was about to open her eyes.

"Am I not good-looking enough tonight?" Xie Qiyan's voice carried a hint of grievance. "Or has your interest faded once you've had it?"

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Xie Qiyan's smile deepened, and he almost whispered in Xia Wanzhi's ear, "But Teacher Wanzi hasn't gotten it yet, how could it have faded?"

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

"Do you want me?" Xie Qiyan chuckled briefly.

Xia Wanzhi suddenly opened her eyes.

If she couldn't see and touch it, she would really doubt that this flashy thing was Xie Qiyan.

When Xia Wanzhi glared at him angrily, Xie Qiyan suppressed his smile and reverently placed a light kiss on her forehead: "You can enjoy me now, my dear wife."

Xia Wanzhi tried to remain reserved: "Actually, I'm not in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry." Xie Qiyan straightened up and took off his coat.

Xia Wanzhi subconsciously bit her lip, her fingertips touching the silky fabric of the pajamas beside her. She hurriedly tossed them to Xie Qiyan: "You want to change your pajamas, right? Go ahead and change, I'll go change too."

"Whether you take it off or not, it's all the same..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Wanzhi grabbed her pajamas and slipped into the changing room.

The changing room was in the bedroom, separated by a sliding door.

Xie Qiyan raised an eyebrow slightly and quickly changed into his red pajamas on the spot.

You should listen to your wife, of course.

He began to look forward to seeing his newlywed wife in her red pajamas.

Ten minutes passed, and the changing room door remained closed. Xie Qiyan approached and placed his broad hand on the door: "Wanzi?"

No response.

"Mrs. Xie?" Xie Qiyan assumed she was too embarrassed to come out.

Nothing happened.

"My dear wife?"

No one paid attention.

Xie Qiyan frowned slightly, then slid the door open with a whoosh.

The first thing you see is a vibrant and alluring picture of a young girl with her shoulders exposed.

But after only a glance, Xia Wanzhi hurriedly wrapped him in a black coat.

Xia Wanzhi glared at him with a dark expression.

Xie Qiyan realized what he meant and clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect... Mrs. Xie's pajamas are so different from mine."

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

It's more than just exceptionally different.

Xie Qiyan's outfit didn't show his waist or legs, but hers was different—a red halter top with a drawstring.

"Still laughing—" Xia Wanzhi scolded him fiercely, "President Xie is quite the player, huh? What were you pretending to be so reserved about before..."

“Now that I have a title, I don’t need to pretend anymore.” Xie Qiyan strode in with his long legs, picked her up, and casually hooked her coat with his fingers, carrying his irresistibly charming and adorable little wife. “It’s late, Mrs. Xie, let’s play something fun.”

Xia Wanzhi shuddered.