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

Shen Yanqiu came to the dining table, ignoring Zhu Mingchuan who was fawning over Zhu's mother, and sat down directly on the other side of Zhu's mother.

Normally, the three of them would sit opposite Zhu's mother, but now that the situation has changed, Zhu Mingchuan immediately feels nervous.

He glanced at his "daughter," his displeasure evident. This little brat, she'd been going against him all day! His wife was his, and he had to defend his rights!

He looked away, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Zhu's mother. He then put on what he thought was a perfect smile and said, "Wife, try this, it's your favorite!"

Before Zhu's mother could answer, Shen Yanqiu followed suit and put a piece of food on Zhu's mother's plate, raising a sweet smile and saying, "Mom, try this, I put it on your plate."

After Shen Yanqiu finished speaking, Zhu Mingchuan slammed down his chopsticks and stared intently at his mother, looking both expectant and fearful, not missing a single expression from her.

Zhu's mother looked to her left, where her husband, who had stood by her through thick and thin but was still shameless, stood; then she turned to her right, where her well-behaved and sensible daughter, who had recently been constantly going against her husband, stood.

No matter whose food you eat, the other person will always be furious.

She couldn't understand how the father and daughter could be so childish; even a three-year-old wouldn't do that.

Zhu's mother stopped looking at them, picked up another dish for herself, and started eating by herself.

Zhu Mingchuan glared at Shen Yanqiu reproachfully, as if to say: It's all your fault, you ruined my plans!

Shen Yanqiu glared back: Hehe, I did it on purpose!

The two women engaged in a fierce exchange of glances, neither willing to back down. If Zhu's mother were to look up at them, she would notice the resentment and dissatisfaction between the father and daughter in their similar expressions.

The two stared at each other for a long time, neither saying a word, just looking at each other.

Finally, Shen Yanqiu closed his eyes; he was exhausted.

Zhu Mingchuan's face lit up with the joy of victory. He had won, which made him even happier than if he had signed a big deal.

The two were finally able to eat in peace, which made Zhu's mother very happy.

Just then, Aunt Li brought out another plate from the kitchen, which contained baked pumpkin with cheese!

Zhu Mingchuan looked at Li Sao with suspicion, and was about to ask a question when his wife placed one of the portions in front of his "daughter": "You loved eating pumpkin when you were little. I asked Li Sao to make some. Try it and see if it's good."

Shen Yanqiu wasn't a picky eater, and the pumpkin in front of her could be considered a dessert. The cheese and pumpkin were perfectly blended, with a golden color and a fragrant aroma. Even though she didn't like desserts, she wanted to try a bite.

He took it from Zhu's mother, and before he even ate it, he met two pairs of bright eyes. Zhu's mother looked at him gently, while Zhu Mingchuan was curious.

It's just eating a pumpkin, what's so strange about that? Zhu Mingchuan is really making a fuss over nothing!

He took a bite, and the still-steaming pumpkin stretched into long, thin strands. The sweetness of the pumpkin and the milky aroma of the cheese immediately filled his mouth, creating a rich and delicious flavor.

"Is it good?" Zhu Mingchuan asked, puzzled, looking at his expression of enjoyment.

Shen Yanqiu was eating and couldn't speak, so she could only nod and take another big bite to show that it was delicious.

From the moment Shen Yanqiu took the pumpkin, Zhu's mother stared intently at her "daughter" until "she" took the first bite without hesitation. Only then did "she" close her eyes tremblingly, clasp her hands together, and let them tremble slightly under the table.

She couldn't hear what the "father and daughter" next to her were saying; she was completely absorbed in her own world.

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?" Shen Yanqiu asked her.

The sound brought Mother Zhu back to her senses. She turned to look at her "daughter," her eyes filled with a complex emotion that Shen Yanqiu couldn't decipher.

"Oh, I'll eat it, I'll eat it now."

She took the pumpkin from Shen Yanqiu's hand and mechanically put it in her mouth.

Zhu Mingchuan had quickly finished his meal and now his hands were empty. Seeing that his wife hadn't eaten yet, he immediately offered his services: "Wife, let me feed you."

Before Zhu's mother could react, Shen Yanqiu couldn't take it anymore. He frowned, gave him a disgusted look, and was ashamed of his shameless behavior of trying to please his wife.

Zhu's mother let him take the pumpkin from her hand, and only when he brought it to his mouth did she say, "You eat it, I don't want to eat it now."

Zhu Mingchuan resorted to his old tricks, trying to play the victim and gain his wife's sympathy.

This time, however, his wife not only showed him no sympathy, but also didn't even glance at him, and without saying a word, she stood up and left.

Zhu Mingchuan was discouraged, but he didn't give up.

Zhu Mingchuan glared at his "daughter" who was watching the commotion, then quickly followed her, calling her "wife, wife" repeatedly.

Shen Yanqiu watched his hurried departure and found it amusing. She thought to herself, "This president, you big sycophant, didn't lick my boots well this time. You're going to get a scolding!"

Shen Yanqiu was in a great mood and hummed a song as she went upstairs.

Downstairs, Zhu Mingchuan went into the room but didn't see his wife. He could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so his wife must be inside.

He sat quietly outside and waited for a long time. The pumpkin in his hand had gone cold, but his wife still hadn't come out.

He stood up and paced anxiously back and forth at the door. Unable to contain himself any longer, he knocked and asked softly, "Wife, what's wrong? Why aren't you coming out? Do you need my help?"

There was no answer from inside the door. A few minutes later, Qin Rouan came out, didn't look at him, lowered her head, and walked past him.

Zhu Mingchuan didn't understand what he had done wrong to make his wife angry, but he immediately went over to apologize: "Wife, I'm sorry, I was wrong, it's all my fault, I was too talkative, I deserve to be hit, hit me."

Qin Rouan finally turned to look at him, her eyes red. Zhu Mingchuan felt extremely sorry for her and raised his hand to slap himself in the face.

With a crisp "smack," he raised his hand again, but Qin Rouan immediately grabbed it to stop him.

"What are you doing?"

These words, filled with tenderness and love, instantly dispelled the dark clouds in Zhu Mingchuan's heart, and his mood brightened once more.

"Honey, I knew you cared about me the most!"

He held his wife's hand tightly, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

Qin Rouan stroked his face, which had just been slapped, with her other hand. Her brows furrowed, and her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

My wife is taking good care of me!

Zhu Mingchuan didn't feel that he had hurt himself when he hit himself earlier. Now he just wanted to hit himself hard again. Didn't he see the love in his wife's eyes?

He placed his hand over Qin Rouan's and gently comforted her, "Wife, I'm not in pain, really, not at all."

Whether he was in pain or not, Qin Rouan didn't know, but an indescribable pain welled up in her heart, gushing out from the depths of her soul like a surging tide, engulfing her like a thousand troops.

Her heart felt heavy, as if countless stones were pressing down on it, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Honey, you're not angry anymore, are you?"

Zhu Mingchuan opened his eyes, which resembled those of his "daughter," and asked himself.

"Don't be angry, I'm tired and want to rest." Qin Rouan refused to look him in the eye.

"Okay, okay, you rest, go ahead and rest." Zhu Mingchuan hurriedly agreed.

Zhu Mingchuan walked out, still wondering to himself: Wasn't pumpkin not allowed on the dinner table in his family? Yet Yueyue had eaten it today!

Strange, so strange!