After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

As he spoke, Fu Cheng picked up the brochure and scanned it through dozens of lines at a glance.

After all, this was the first time he had ever seen this brochure.

After reading it, he felt that since the booklet was already so detailed, there was no need for any further explanation.

At this moment, Lu Shiyi, who had just returned from fetching water, saw her husband sitting in his seat, continuing to explain to others.

She didn't interrupt and silently placed the water on the table in front of the two of them.

One cup for the customer, one cup for the husband.

When the man heard Fu Cheng say that she was his husband, he felt a pang of regret. It turned out that the beautiful woman in front of him was already taken.

Otherwise, I might even find a partner along the way.

After all, who wouldn't be attracted to such a beautiful and elegant woman?

Now that I've let go of that thought, my attention has naturally shifted entirely to the study room, and that's when the problems started to increase.

The man asked Fu Cheng, "Are your business hours the same on weekends and weekdays?"

Fu Cheng casually pointed to the brochure, "It's mentioned there."

The man said "Oh," and then asked, "Do the tables and chairs you provide here meet ergonomic standards?"

Fu Cheng pointed to the brochure again, "It's in there too."

The tone was just like a teacher scolding a bad student in class—cold, disdainful, and incredibly imposing.

As a result, the man became less and less confident the more he asked, and his voice grew softer and softer with each question.

Lu Shiyi, who was standing to the side, gradually frowned as she listened. Her husband's explanation was a bit too simplistic and crude.

However, she hadn't expected him to offer to help serve customers.

Just as Lu Shiyi was about to go over and continue explaining, she saw the customer timidly say to her husband, holding the brochure, "Then I'll take another look myself, thank you." Then she stood up.

Seeing this, Lu Shiyi walked over and asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to know in more detail? I can help you answer those questions."

The man glanced at Fu Cheng, then at the brochure in his hand, and said, "I'll go back and study it carefully first."

After saying that, he grabbed the booklet and left quickly.

The way they were acting, if you didn't know better, you'd think they were being threatened just for coming into the study hall.

After the customer left, Fu Cheng also stood up. Noticing that Lu Shiyi had no water, he picked up the glass of water his wife had poured for him.

Naturally, it was something he hadn't tried before.

Fu Cheng walked up to Lu Shiyi and handed her some water. "Have some water."

Lu Shiyi took it naturally, took a sip, and then looked towards the door and said, "Was that customer afraid of you? It seemed like you scared him away."

Fu Cheng turned his gaze to the door and said calmly, "Isn't it normal to be afraid of me?"

Lu Shiyi thought about it and realized that it made sense. When she first met Fu Cheng, she also felt that he was so cold that she didn't dare to get close to him.

But after getting to know him better, I realized that although he appears cold on the surface, he is actually very sensitive and considerate on the inside, especially towards his family.

Perhaps he has flaws that haven't been exposed yet, after all, the two of them have only known each other for a short time, but isn't that the beauty of human relationships?

Lu Shi nodded and said, "Okay, so next time you come to the study hall, just sit on the sofa and don't say anything. I'll explain things to the customers."

Her words were straightforward, yet carried a hint of humor.

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng looked at his wife, a hint of grievance in his eyes. He knew that he was being disliked.

Although he admitted that his performance was indeed poor and that he was not suitable for the service industry.

But I just felt wronged, especially when I thought about how my wife had to explain things to all sorts of customers every day, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Of course, he wouldn't show his grievances, nor would he tell his wife, or perhaps he himself didn't even realize what kind of emotion it was.

After a moment of contemplation, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you explain things in such detail to every customer who comes here?"

Lu Shiyi thought her husband would say he wouldn't come anymore after hearing her joke, but she didn't expect him to ask this.

She replied, "Yes, although there are brochures that are easy to understand, no one has the patience to read them all now, so we still need someone to explain them to us."

The thought of repeating the same explanations every day made Lu Shiyi feel it was meaningless, but there was nothing she could do; that was just how things were.

After listening, Fu Cheng didn't ask any more questions. He glanced around the entire reception room before turning to Lu Shiyi and saying, "Now that the customers have left, can you go home?"

Lu Shiyi looked up at the door. There probably wouldn't be any more customers this time.

She waited patiently for a full half minute before smiling and saying, "After waiting for so long without anyone coming, I'm sure I can go home now."

Looking at his wife's adorable smile, Fu Cheng inexplicably felt an urge to pat her head.

But he held back in time, especially when he thought of the scene of his wife getting drunk that night. He was afraid that if he rubbed her even once, she would jump up and rub him ninety-nine times.

Fu Cheng put his hands behind his back and said gently, "Then let's go home for dinner."

Lu Shiyi responded cheerfully, "Okay."

She had been very curious about her husband's earlier suggestion to prepare a delicious meal for dinner, and her stomach had indeed started rumbling.

As usual, Lu Shiyi gave a few instructions to the people and then went home with her husband.

When the two arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Fu Cheng received a phone call. He simply hummed in response and hung up.

Then he turned to look at Lu Shiyi in the passenger seat, "Your dinner is here."

The time card is just right.

Lu Shiyi turned to look out the window, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Where? Did you order takeout?"

Fu Cheng gave a mumbled "hmm" and said, "It's already been delivered to the door. We can eat it when we get home."

This was specially prepared by the top chef at his villa and delivered over. It couldn't be considered takeout, but it wasn't exactly homemade either, so he could only be vague about it.

Lu Shiyi didn't understand why her husband had specially arranged dinner today, since it wasn't a special day.

Furthermore, since they got married, the two of them have never had the concept of anniversaries or holidays like ordinary couples.

However, since Fu Cheng said that she could eat as soon as she got home, she didn't bother to think about it anymore. After all, what foodie would turn down delicious food?

After parking the car, the couple took the elevator back to their front door. From afar, Lu Shiyi saw a very exquisite large box at the door.

Based on her years of experience as a foodie, she really couldn't figure out what it was.

It doesn't look like any takeout, but it's not like something you could make at home either.

She looked at Fu Cheng with a puzzled expression. "What's going on? Is that big box the food for tonight?"

Fu Cheng's tone remained as indifferent as ever, "It's nothing, just an apology to you."

As he spoke, he strode over to the box, picked it up, and carried it into the house.

Lu Shiyi followed behind, muttering to himself, "Apologize? Apologize for what?"