The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

Chen Mengyao was contemplating returning to her neighbor's courtyard to enjoy a moment of peace and solitude. Just then, Ouyang Han suddenly strode forward and pulled her tightly into his arms, his embrace neither too forceful nor too rigid, yet filled with an undeniable firmness.

He lowered his head, his gentle voice softly whispering in her ear, as warm as a spring breeze: "Yaoyao, you've given so much for my family these past few days. You're always busy running around, adding warmth to our home. It seems like it's been a long time since we've been alone together like before, quietly enjoying each other's company. So, tonight, could I come to your place? Or, would you like to stay and spend the night with me? I really want to, really want to hold you tightly as night falls, feel your warmth, and drift off to sleep together."

Hearing Ouyang Han's heartfelt words, Chen Mengyao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She looked up into his affectionate eyes, where she found the familiar tenderness and longing. She knew she couldn't refuse this affection, and she didn't want the hard-won understanding and harmony to crumble because of a moment's hesitation. So, she nodded gently, her voice tinged with shyness and anticipation: "Okay, come over to my place tonight. You haven't really been to my new home yet. I think I can prepare a delicious dinner for you, so you can try my cooking. But right now, I need to go back and rest; I've been quite tired lately. Come see me later, okay?"

After saying this, she gently tiptoed and, with an almost shy gesture, placed a light kiss on Ouyang Han's forehead. However, this simple gesture seemed insufficient to satisfy Ouyang Han's inner desires. He naturally pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, and then his lips covered hers. The kiss was both tender and passionate, as if it contained all his longing and love. Chen Mengyao gradually lost herself in this deep affection, her whole body seemingly collapsing into Ouyang Han's arms, letting him lead her towards a future filled with love and sweetness. Ouyang Han, in turn, picked her up and slowly walked towards his room, each step so firm and full of anticipation.

The candlelight in the room was soft and warm, illuminating the two figures leaning against each other. Ouyang Han gently placed Chen Mengyao on the bed, then leaned down, their eyes meeting again, filled with endless love. He gently stroked her cheek, the warmth from his fingertips making Chen Mengyao feel incredibly safe. She held Ouyang Han's hand tightly, as if wanting to hold onto this warmth forever.

Ouyang Han's kiss landed again, gently yet resolutely. This time, it carried a more intense and affectionate temperature, as if to concentrate all his love in this moment. He held her tightly, and the two seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, sinking into this deep affection, forgetting the noise and turmoil of the world, with only the sound of their heartbeats and breaths echoing in their ears.

Their heartbeats intertwined, like celestial music, composing a moving melody. This melody contained their deep love and endless longing; every note was filled with passion and warmth. Their lips pressed tightly together, as if whispering a thousand unspoken words, each kiss a touch of the soul, allowing them to understand each other more deeply.

After a long kiss, Ouyang Han finally restrained his impulses. He lingered, gently pecking her lips a few more times before slowly releasing her. He knew he had promised her that he would save the most beautiful moments for their wedding night; it was his promise to her and his respect for their love.

Despite his heart being filled with reluctance and longing, Ouyang Han resolutely turned and left. He ran quickly to the bathroom, ordering the servants to bring him bucket after bucket of cold water. He poured the cold water over himself, letting the icy stream wash over his body. He needed to cool down this passion and let reason regain its grip.

As the cold water washed over him, Ouyang Han's emotions gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. He knew that he had to keep this promise; no matter how difficult it was, he had to wait until their wedding night to offer her all his love and tenderness.

When Chen Mengyao saw Ouyang Han forcibly suppressing his inner impulses and struggles to uphold his promise to her, a warm feeling welled up in her heart. This warmth was like the gentle sunshine of spring, softly caressing every corner of her heart, allowing her to truly feel the taste of being respected for the first time. It was a feeling of being moved beyond words, a profound experience of being cherished, understood, and cared for.

Filled with warmth and emotion, Mengyao reluctantly bid farewell to the Jing Prince's Mansion. Her steps were light yet firm, as if each step was on a cloud of happiness. Returning to her quiet and cozy little courtyard, she went straight to her room without the slightest hesitation. Pushing open the door, a familiar and reassuring atmosphere rushed towards her—her own little world, a safe haven where she could let down her guard and relax completely.

She gently lay down on the bed, the soft blankets instantly enveloping her like a warm embrace, making her feel an unprecedented sense of security and comfort. Her eyes gradually grew heavy, her eyelids slowly closed, and her consciousness began to fade. In her dream, she seemed to see Ouyang Han's deep and resolute eyes again, gazing at her tenderly, giving her endless courage and strength. And so, with a faint smile on Mengyao's lips, she drifted into a sweet dream, savoring this hard-won peace and happiness.

Chen Mengyao slept soundly, as if the whole world was immersed in tranquility and peace. It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun gradually filled the room that she realized it was almost time to prepare dinner. She sat up abruptly, rubbing her sleepy eyes. A strong sense of responsibility drove her to rush to the kitchen, secretly deciding to cook a unique dinner for that special person.

Standing in the center of the kitchen, Chen Mengyao surveyed the dazzling array of ingredients, her heart brimming with boundless creativity and anticipation. After a moment's thought, she decided to break with convention and try some Western dishes she'd never made before—pan-fried steak, pasta, fruit salad, and classic borscht; of course, a fragrant pizza would be a delightful surprise for the evening. These dishes not only possessed their own unique flavors but also embodied her passion for food and her pursuit of innovation.

Without hesitation, Chen Mengyao quickly retrieved all the ingredients needed to prepare these Western dishes from her mysterious space. Once everything was ready, she began the tense yet orderly cooking process. Western cuisine emphasizes efficiency and refinement. Under her skillful hands, each steak was seared to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; the pasta was paired with a rich sauce, offering a smooth and delicious texture; the fruit salad was colorful and refreshing; and the borscht was fragrant and mouthwatering. The pizza, in particular, was a carefully selected flavor, its golden crust covered with abundant toppings, making it incredibly appetizing.

As all the food was laid out on the table, with bowls, chopsticks, and cutlery neatly arranged to the side, Ouyang Han entered the dining room. He immediately noticed the colorful and fragrant dishes on the table, a flicker of curiosity and surprise in his eyes. He walked to the table, carefully examining the unfamiliar dishes, and couldn't help but ask. Chen Mengyao smiled and explained, "These are Western dishes. I plan to introduce them to my new shop. These are steak, pasta, fruit salad, and borscht. And that other dish is called pizza. Why don't you try them? See if you can win over the taste buds of Beijing?"

At this moment, the kitchen was filled with a warm and expectant atmosphere, as if even the air itself had become exceptionally sweet. Chen Mengyao and Ouyang Han sat around the dining table, eagerly anticipating the start of this culinary journey.

After speaking, Chen Mengyao sat down gracefully, her movements exuding a composed and unhurried air, as if every detail had been meticulously crafted. She gently picked up the knife and fork and began patiently instructing Ouyang Han on the correct way to use them to cut the steak. Her voice was soft and clear, explaining each step in detail to ensure Ouyang Han fully understood.

Ouyang Han listened intently to Chen Mengyao's explanation, his eyes revealing seriousness and focus. He quickly mastered the technique, his knife and fork moving nimbly under his guidance, as if performing an elegant dance. He didn't rush to eat his own steak, but carefully cut Chen Mengyao's into small pieces and arranged them neatly before turning to his own.

When Ouyang Han finally put the first piece of steak into his mouth, his eyes lit up, as if touched by some magical force. The taste of this steak was completely different from any beef he had ever eaten before. Its tender and juicy texture, paired with just the right amount of seasoning, instantly captivated him. Every bite was a delightful surprise, making him savor it slowly, indulging in this unique flavor. He exclaimed, "This steak is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an excellent texture. Every sliver of meat is bursting with a unique flavor; it's truly exceptional!"

Then he tried a bite of the spaghetti. The noodles were smooth and chewy, the meat sauce was rich and creamy, and the cheese flavor was perfectly integrated. His eyes lit up: "The spaghetti is very authentic. The flavor is rich but refreshing. The sauce evenly coats every strand of pasta. It's wonderful."

Then he ate the fruit salad. The sweetness of the fresh fruit mixed with the slight tartness of the special salad dressing, and the various fruits were perfectly matched. He nodded in satisfaction: "The fruit salad is refreshing and delicious. The selection of fruits is very thoughtful. Each fruit is just the right amount of ripeness, and the sweet and sour ratio is just right."

Ouyang Han looked at the pizza; it looked incredibly tempting, with a golden, crispy crust topped with various meats, vegetables, and a thick layer of cheese. He picked up a slice with a puzzled expression and, mimicking Chen Mengyao, took a bite.

Instantly, a multitude of flavors burst forth in his mouth. The crispness of the crust blended with the rich, creamy aroma of cheese, the savory flavor of meat, and the refreshing taste of vegetables. His eyes widened slightly, and his chewing slowed as if he were savoring the novel textures.

After swallowing, Ouyang Han praised, "This food is truly wondrous. The crispness of the crust, the richness of the filling, and the aroma of sesame blend perfectly. Although its appearance is somewhat strange, it has a unique flavor. It tastes quite different from the food I've eaten before. If I opened a shop selling it, it would definitely attract customers to try it." After saying this, he picked up another piece and began to chew, nodding repeatedly as he ate, completely immersed in the unique taste experience of the pizza.

Finally, he drank the borscht. The sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds, and the rich ingredients stewed together created a delicious flavor. He put down his spoon and praised, "This borscht is rich and flavorful, appetizing and delicious. All the essence of the ingredients has been infused into it. Yao Yao, you are amazing. You can cook anything. These novel dishes will definitely be very popular."

Ouyang Han looked at the exquisite dishes before him and the smiling woman opposite him with a smile, his heart overflowing with warmth and happiness. He knew that this moment would become an unforgettable and beautiful memory in his life.

This dinner was of great significance to Ouyang Han, because it was the first time his beloved Yao Yao had cooked for him! Every dish exuded an enticing aroma, as if carrying Yao Yao's overflowing love for him.

The two sat facing each other, enjoying their meal and chatting happily. They shared the day's interesting events, their troubles, and their little secrets that were only between them. The restaurant was filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, punctuated by cheerful laughter from time to time.

After enjoying the sumptuous dinner, Ouyang Han gently summoned the servants and gestured for them to clear the table. Then, he took Yao Yao's soft little hand and they strolled together in the courtyard.

Today happens to be the sixteenth, and the moon in the sky is like a huge silver plate. The bright moonlight shines on the ground, draping the entire courtyard in a silvery veil. The two walk side by side under the moonlight, the path beneath their feet clearly visible. A gentle breeze caresses their hair, bringing a slight coolness, yet also making them feel incredibly comfortable.

As they walked, perhaps growing weary, they came to a delicate pavilion in the courtyard and sat down to rest. Ouyang Han gently put his arm around Yao Yao's shoulder, letting her lean against him. At that moment, all around was quiet, with only the gentle moonlight flowing silently. They sat there quietly, gazing at the bright full moon in the night sky, as if time had stood still, and all the world's affairs had ceased to matter.

Feeling the warmth of the woman in his arms, Ouyang Han was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. He thought, perhaps this is true life—having a lover by your side, sharing these peaceful and beautiful moments.