Exclusive Pampered Wife: My Wife Came to My Door

Chi Moqing drove the car into a high-end hotel, turned off the engine, got out of the car and opened the door for Yan Zuozuo, who then came to her senses.

Looking around in confusion, she asked, "Aren't we going home?"

Chi Moqing smiled, took her hand, and walked towards the elevator. "Do you want Mom to worry?"

Yan Zuozuo remained silent, and Chi Moqing quietly stayed by her side until they reached the top floor, where they opened the door and went inside.

"It's a suite the company booked for entertaining clients," he said only after Yan Zuozuo hung up the phone.

Yan Zuozuo was stunned. This was the first time she had ever stayed in a luxurious presidential suite. In addition to the lavish decoration, it even had a kitchen with a small refrigerator that was fully equipped.

Chi Moqing told her to rest on the sofa and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of juice. He had rushed to find her as soon as he got off the plane, without even changing his clothes or taking a shower. Seeing her lost in thought, he went to the bathroom first.

Yan Zuozuo was still in low spirits; she couldn't shake off the shock of what had happened. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts: perhaps Qi Jiahui had framed her to force her to leave; perhaps Mu Yaoqian was unwilling to accept defeat and had falsely accused her…

In short, she was completely lost in a daze and didn't notice that Chi Moqing had already taken a shower, changed his clothes, and come out.

After shedding his suit and donning a white casual outfit, he looked ten years younger.

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" he asked.

He hadn't mentioned it, and Yan Zuozuo hadn't really felt anything. But his mention of it made her realize she was actually hungry. She hadn't eaten much that morning and had been holding out until now. She glanced at the kitchen: "What do you want to eat? I'll make something."

Chi Moqing's eyes lit up, but seeing Yan Zuozuo's listless appearance, he quickly shook his head. "Let's order. Have the restaurant downstairs deliver it." As he spoke, he went to make a phone call, but Yan Zuozuo stopped him. "Don't always eat out. It's not good."

Chi Moqing raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You really want to do it?"

Yan Zuozuo's face flushed slightly: "I'll go see what's in the refrigerator."

The store had a good selection of fruits and vegetables. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's have noodles."

“Okay.” Chi Moqing readily agreed. Standing at the kitchen door, looking at her virtuous wife and loving mother, his smile deepened.

Yan Zuozuo felt embarrassed by his gaze, coughed twice, and asked, "Aren't you not coming back until tomorrow?"

"Chi Ran called me and said you were in trouble, so I took the earliest flight back." As he spoke, he took noodles out of the cabinet above his head and gave them to her.

Yan Zuozuo paused in her tomato-cutting, a warm feeling washing over her. She then cracked the eggs and stir-fried them in the pan. Meanwhile, she waited for another pot to heat up and cook the noodles in it.

Watching her skillful movements, Chi Moqing felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He had only ever seen her cooking noodles for Qi Jiahui from the window before; he never imagined that the girl he had longed for for so many years would finally be by his side.

The noodles were cooked, and Yan Zuozuo poured the sauce over them when her phone rang.

Chi Moqing handed her the phone; it was Yan's mother calling. Yan Zuozuo placed the noodles on the table and said, "You eat first." Only then did she answer the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Yan's mother asked her worriedly if something had happened, why she left in such a hurry and hadn't returned home yet.

Yan Zuozuo then remembered that she had forgotten to tell her mother that morning, and quickly said, "It's nothing, it's just Monday, I'm busy."

Mother Yan breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that nothing had happened.

The two were eating at the dining table when Chi Moqing looked up at her, his eyes smiling, "It's delicious."

Yan Zuozuo smiled sheepishly. She knew her own cooking skills; they were at best edible, not particularly delicious. Since she lived alone, she often ordered takeout.

"Take your time eating, I have to go back," Yan Zuozuo said, picking up her bag and preparing to leave.

Chi Moqing was taken aback: "At least let me finish my noodles. If I don't go back, Mom will start to overthink things."

Yan Zuozuo paused, then suddenly realized that they were staying at Chi Moqing's house. If he didn't go back, her mother might think he was avoiding her, so she had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait for him.

Yan Zuozuo waited for him to finish eating before washing the dishes, but Chi Moqing stopped her, saying, "Someone will clean up."

"Uh, let's go back then." Chi Moqing was standing too close, making it difficult for Yan Zuozuo to breathe.

But Chi Moqing seemed oblivious and continued to approach her. Yan Zuozuo grew anxious, "What are you doing? Mom is still waiting for us, let's go back quickly."

Chi Moqing smiled and wrapped his arms around her, "Zuo Zuo, we're married."

She knew it; it was she who proposed in a fit of madness.

“So, we are husband and wife.” Chi Moqing’s deep eyes were fixed on her.

As if realizing what he was about to say, Yan Zuozuo's heart suddenly raced, and her face slowly flushed. But she stubbornly pursed her lips and refused to speak.

Chi Moqing hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed helplessly. He took her hand and sat her on the sofa, turned her around so she was facing him, and said, "I know it's a little difficult for me to face this now, but you have to learn to adapt."

Yan Zuozuo remained silent, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

He held her gently, his body yearning, yet he still respected her. He simply held her, making no further moves. "I am your husband, Zuo Zuo. You must learn to accept me."

He tightened his embrace, and a burning kiss landed on her delicate neck.