He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

The wedding day arrived quickly.

Given his position, Qu Lianghan couldn't afford to be too extravagant, but the wedding wasn't something to be taken lightly either. He hired the best studio to plan the wedding venue, which was beautifully and movingly decorated.

Yi Han was wearing a white floor-length wedding dress, her hands covered with white gloves, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qu Lianghan helplessly wiped away her tears: "Why are you crying? It's such a happy day."

As Yi Han watched him put the ring on her finger, tears streaming down her face, she laughed and said, "I'm crying with joy."

At the wedding banquet, everyone learned Yan Bei's identity: Qu Lianghan's stepson. Some people thought that given Qu Yi's temper, this stepson might not be doing very well. But then they saw Qu Yi hand a small cake to Yan Bei.

Yan Bei casually took it, but didn't eat it.

Qu Yi: "Didn't you want to eat this?"

Yan Bei: "I didn't."

Qu Yi: "If you're not going to eat it, I'll take it away."

She had noticed his eyes glancing repeatedly at the delicate little cake; it was obvious he wanted to eat it.

Yan Bei's eyelashes aren't long, but they are thick, and her eyes look extremely beautiful when she looks down.

"You really don't want to eat?"

He pretended to take it back, but his hand grasped at empty air.

Yan Bei dodged her hand, picked up a small white fork with his right hand, stuck a piece in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Qu Yi watched quietly from the side, a faint smile floating in her eyes.

After the wedding, Qu Yi and Yan Bei went home by car, while Qu Lianghan drove another car with Yi Han away. They had packed their things yesterday and were preparing to go on their honeymoon after the wedding.

Qu Yi yawned lazily in the car, feeling sleepy, and fell asleep after leaning back for a while.

When Yan Bei heard that there was no more movement, he turned around and looked.

This was the first time he had ever seen her sleeping.

Unlike usual, her eyes, which exuded a chill, were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing was even and long, making her look even more adorable.

Yan Bei looked at her hands resting on her lap; her fingers were fair, slender, and beautiful.

I suddenly wanted to test whether her hands were as cold as her personality.

The thought was so strong that by the time he came to his senses, he was already almost holding her hand.

"Miss, young master, we're home."

The driver's voice hit him like a ton of bricks. Yan Bei snapped back to his senses and quickly retreated to his seat. He was moving too fast and bumped his head, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

Qu Yi opened her eyes: "Have we arrived...?"

Before he could finish speaking, someone had already opened the car door and run away, as fast as if they had seen a ghost.

Meaning: ? ? ?

*

Yan Bei's daily exercise routine has been effective. He's still young, and with proper nutrition, he's grown noticeably taller.

Yi Han specifically asked Yan Bei to measure his height and found that he had really grown taller. She then hugged Yan Bei and cried her eyes out.

Yan Bei's clothes were soaked with tears and clung to his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

Qu Lianghan coaxed Yi Han away, and Yan Bei went upstairs to change his clothes. He pulled his clothes up, and just as he pulled them up to his chest, the door opened.

Yan Bei turned around and met Qu Yi's gaze.

! ! ! !

He lowered his hand in a second, straightened his clothes, and stood still.

Qu Yi's gaze swept over his reddened ear tips: "I heard from Aunt Han that you've grown taller. Can you still wear the clothes we bought before? If they're too small, we can buy you more."

Yan Bei: "...Not bad."

Qu Yi: "That's just a reluctant decision. I'll go buy clothes tomorrow."

Yan Bei: "..." He didn't say that.

Before closing the door for him considerately, she smiled and said, "Nice figure."

After saying that, he closed the door and left.

Nice figure?

Yan Bei stood there, as if rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed and unmoving, but the redness on the tips of his ears spread from his ears to his face and neck.