If we swapped lives, I'd be the CEO and you'd take care of the kids.

Shen Yanqiu arrived full of apologies, but returned to the Zhu family in a daze. It was only a little past ten o'clock, but the house was already pitch black.

Why are you all sleeping so early today?

Filled with doubt, Shen Yanqiu tiptoed upstairs, acting as cautiously as a thief. Finally, after entering her room, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm finally back. Luckily, Dad and Mom didn't find out."

Just after he entered the room, Zhu Mingchuan and his wife, who were hiding in the corner, exchanged a glance, realizing that something was very wrong!

She sneaked out so late and only came back now; she was deliberately hiding it from me!

Zhu Mingchuan straightened up, shook his legs which had gone numb from squatting, and whispered to his wife, "Go ask?"

Qin Rouan's legs were also numb. With Zhu Mingchuan's help, she stood up shakily. After a while, she said, "Let's not. She never intended for us to know. If you go ask her, won't she be angry?"

Zhu Mingchuan was speechless after hearing those words. He knew what his daughter was like, and if he asked her now, she would probably ignore him for days.

He shook his head helplessly, looking at his wife with a pitiful expression: "I'm her father, her biological father! Can't I ask?"

"I'm still her biological mother! If you want to ask, go ask her, don't drag me into it."

Qin Rouan was annoyed. It was his fault for spoiling his daughter like this. Now he knew how painful it was, didn't he?

"me……"

Zhu Mingchuan repeated "I" several times, but still couldn't come up with a coherent answer. He shook his arms a few times, stomped his feet hard, and stared intently at his daughter's bedroom door, refusing to leave.

Qin Rouan tried to pull him, but couldn't budge him. She vented her resentment towards her daughter on him, stretching out her foot and stepping on his instep.

Zhu Mingchuan cried out in pain, but his wife quickly covered his mouth. Turning around, he saw his wife's angry face and didn't dare to say a word. He obediently followed her away.

Back in the room, Zhu Mingchuan immediately showed his foot to his wife and said pitifully, "Look at you, you used so much force, it's almost swollen."

Qin Rouan glanced at his feet and didn't see a single red mark. She squinted at him and asked, "Where? Point it out to me."

Zhu Mingchuan, not receiving any concern from his wife, reluctantly withdrew his foot, muttered under his breath, and said with dissatisfaction, "You, you don't cherish what you have. Back then, even if I didn't say a word, you wouldn't take your eyes off me. Now! You're old and faded! Useless!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Rouan reached out to hit him: "How old are you? What are you talking about? When did I ever feel like my eyes were glued to you? It was you who was staring at me the whole time!"

Zhu Mingchuan took his wife's hand. After all these years, her hands were still so fair and smooth. Every time he saw her hands, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

She didn't become less attractive after marrying him; she remained radiant, both in her hands and in her person.

Just as she said, it was never her who was staring intently, unwilling to look away, but herself!

For example, just like in the past, just like now.

His gaze was intense, making Qin Rouan's face slightly flushed. They were an old married couple, so why was he still like this? If others saw this, they would laugh at them.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Zhu Mingchuan said, "Life is your own, why care about other people's opinions? Besides, do you want to see people say that you're not doing well, that your husband doesn't love you or care about you?"

Nodding helplessly, Qin Rouan sat down next to him and said, "You're never serious all day long. Aren't you afraid our daughter will laugh at you if she sees you like this?"

Zhu Mingchuan wasn't afraid at all. He said confidently, "What am I afraid of? I'm setting a good example for my daughter. If she's going to find a husband, she should find someone like me who knows how to take care of her. Don't you think so?"

He got more and more excited as he talked, shamelessly praising himself. Qin Rouan couldn't stand it anymore; she had heard these words for over twenty years, and they were nothing new.

As Zhu Mingchuan spoke, he didn't forget to look at his wife. Noticing her ignoring him, his dissatisfaction grew even stronger: "Qin Rouan, listen carefully. Do you think I'm being long-winded? I'm only in my fifties, in the prime of my life. Are you already looking down on me?"

Qin Rouan was still thinking about the changes in her daughter during this time when she unexpectedly heard such words from his mouth.

What does "young and strong" even mean? He's over fifty! What does he still want to do? Give his daughter another younger brother or sister?

She swung her hand and punched him hard on the leg without looking at him, saying, "You shameless old man, what are you saying!"

Zhu Mingchuan swore to God that he did not, he was not!

But he was too lazy to explain. Perhaps his image from his youth was deeply ingrained in his wife's mind, and no matter how he explained later, it was to no avail.

Zhu Mingchuan was even happier after taking the punch. He knew his wife was reluctant to use her full strength; the punch was like a tickle, causing him no pain whatsoever and making him feel delighted.

Qin Rouan already knew he would turn out this way, so she didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Zhu Mingchuan is sick and incurable!

As soon as she left, Zhu Mingchuan immediately followed.

When they slept, she lay on her left side, and Zhu Mingchuan lay close to her on his right, holding her in his arms.

He stopped saying anything mushy. He added that it was uncertain whether he would even be able to sleep in this room tonight, and he knew his wife's temper perfectly well.

To be honest, my daughter's temper is more like hers. The fact that she'll resort to violence at the slightest provocation isn't something I spoiled her with; it's entirely hereditary!

Qin Rouan struggled, not understanding why this person hadn't had enough of hugging her for over twenty years. Sleeping in this position every night must be tiring, okay?

Before his wife could get angry, Zhu Mingchuan spoke up: "Don't you think our daughter has changed a lot lately?"

Sure enough, Qin Rouan stopped struggling and went along with his words, saying, "You're only just realizing this? It's been over a month, and she hardly talks to us anymore. Her way of doing things is different too. She even asked to go to work. Do you think she has someone she likes?"

Zhu Mingchuan was at a loss for words when his wife came to this conclusion from a bunch of unusual things.

"Uh, maybe. Why don't you ask tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Rouan pushed the person away.

"Why don't you ask? You're a good dad, and I'm a bad mom? You make me do all the things that offend people!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Zhu Mingchuan hugged her again, holding her close in his arms, and flattered her, "I just feel that our daughter is closer to you. If you don't want that, then I'll go ask her."

Seeing through his little scheme, Qin Rouan said irritably, "Come on, all you know is to spoil her. If she gets angry, do you dare to say a word?"

"hey-hey!"

Zhu Mingchuan laughed. His wife was right. Whenever their daughter got angry, he felt like slapping himself. He was so bad at speaking. How could he let Yueyue get angry?

In his eyes, his daughter was the second most beautiful person in the world, even when she was angry. How could he bear to let her be angry?

"Go to sleep, I'll ask about it tomorrow."

Qin Rouan turned over, stopping Zhu Mingchuan from saying anything more.

Zhu Mingchuan stretched out his long arm and followed, adding again, still unwilling to give up, "Thank you for your trouble, my dear wife. You're the best!"