The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Zhou Mo, on the other hand, stared at her with wide, round eyes. The girl was holding today's newspaper; Su Wen had already read it, and almost every entertainment headline was related to her.

"You've got some skills, huh? No wonder you didn't like Director Chu. Turns out you've hooked a big fish." Judging from her lecherous look, you could tell she was thinking the wrong thing.

However, she wasn't the only one who thought that way. I bet anyone who watched the live stream that day would guess that Nie Suwen had an affair with the sponsor.

"But this Lu Shao is way better than that Director Chu in both terms of looks and connections. He's a genuine third-generation Red, a real estate tycoon, tsk tsk, I'd choose him too. You're not being taken advantage of, I bet you couldn't even find such a hot guy at a nightclub, could you?"

"Cough..." Su Wen choked. If Lu Zheng knew that Zhou Mo had compared him to a duck, would he go berserk?

When this girl isn't writing, she's always on Tianya and Mop, and her thinking is completely out of touch with normal people. In her own words, she's now completely captivated by Lu Zheng's charm.

"MoMo, it's not what you think."

"what?"

"I've known him for a long time. I love him."

"what--"

Zhou Mo picked up the newspaper and looked at it, then glanced at Su Wen, her face full of disbelief: "You...with him?...What did you say about you?"

“I love him,” Suwen repeated firmly.

"Hit me quickly, see if I'm dreaming."

Suwen thoroughly carried out her request. After the two wrestled and teased each other for a while, Zhou Mo finally returned to normal: "Wow, you're something else, Nie Suwen, a real-life Cinderella from a wealthy family. Tell me, what's your plan? Was it forceful acquisition, or did you fall in love over time? Could it be a one-night stand leading to a shotgun wedding?"

She wrote too many novels; this is a side effect.

Why do you love him?

"Because he's good."

"Your standards are really low. Old Zhang is a good guy, so why haven't I seen you sleep with him?"

"That's different. He's only good to me."

Suwen began to talk about her and Lu Zheng. From the time he sped to pay her tuition three years ago, to the time he bravely held her in his arms during a car accident, and then three years later, how he meticulously and steadily kept her in his grasp. That aloof and taciturn man would only chatter endlessly with her; that gloomy and unsmiling man would only laugh heartily in front of her; that man who was used to being low-key would step onto the screen and into the razor of media criticism for her sake.

Zhou Mo looked at her and listened quietly as she finished speaking. They had known each other for less than three years, but in those three years they had become best friends who could talk about anything. She had never seen Nie Suwen like this before.

So happy. Even she's jealous.

"You're done."

Yes, Suwen also felt that she was doomed. She had completely fallen for this man's love.

After saying that, Zhou Mo picked up the newspaper again: "So what's going on?"

The photo published there was of her and Xue Shaofeng kissing behind their hats.

"It's for stage effects, you know."

"Popularity stunt? What idiot PR person would put you and Xue Shaofeng together for publicity? Wouldn't that lower the status of a superstar?"

Okay, Zhou Mo, being outspoken, has spoken the truth.

Suwen silently shed tears. Could she say it was because she sang off-key and Feng Ge helped her out at the last minute?

"But when did you become so close to Xue Shaofeng? I should have asked you to get my autograph."

Lu Zheng picked her up from school that evening and treated Zhou Mo, one of his roommates, to dinner. It's an old custom in college; whoever gets a boyfriend has to treat their roommate to a meal.

Suwen was worried that he would make too much of a fuss and scare her roommates, so she had told him to keep it simple. Lu Zheng listened to her completely on this point. Even the place they ate was chosen by Zhou Mo. It was a well-regarded restaurant near their school, and the price was considered luxurious for them.

Lu Zheng parked his car at the school gate and waited for her. It was not unusual to see luxury cars picking up and dropping off students at the entrance of the film academy.

Zhou Mo, with a "let's have a snack" mentality, came down from the dormitory building with Su Wen and happened to see Lu Zheng and his flashy royal blue Jaguar. He was dressed casually today, with a linen silk shirt with rolled-up sleeves loosely draped over his body, and light blue jeans that made his legs look even longer. He was a sight to behold just by leaning against the wall, truly a handsome and dashing figure.

Su Wen, a little smug, poked Zhou Mo's arm: "How about your sharp phoenix eyes and wicked smile?"

Suwen had flipped through Zhou Mo's books when she was bored in the bathroom. The descriptions of extremely handsome men were mostly limited to "sharp phoenix eyes" and "a charmingly wicked smile," almost like they were being mass-produced. Now that she'd encountered a genuinely handsome man, and one of her own, of course she had to sneak out and show him off.

Zhou Mo's eyes sparkled: "It's even more amazing than... a duck..."

素问：“……”

The restaurant Zhou Mo recommended was good, but long queues formed during mealtimes. Su Wen saw that the number had been called up to over a hundred and nudged Lu Zheng, saying, "Maybe we should go to another place."

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay. Your friend likes this place, so let's go with this one."

After saying that, he went to the side to make a phone call. Suwen had no choice but to take a number and wait resignedly.

To everyone's surprise, a little while later, the lobby manager came over personally and, under the hateful gazes of countless people, led them into a private room, his attitude practically fawning.

Su Wen looked up at Lu Zheng with suspicion, but he just smiled, put his arm around her, and sat down, then called the waiter to order.

Zhou Mo smiled strangely: "Now I know how good he is."

The weather was still warm. At dusk, thousands of golden rays shone on the Lu family compound, adorning the ancient ginkgo tree in the center of the courtyard with pieces of gold leaf. Golden fans fell to the ground under the tree, as if the entire courtyard was covered with a golden carpet.

A low-key black Audi was parked outside the courtyard. Lu Wenyi stepped into the courtyard, her feet sinking into the golden carpet of gold.

“Auntie, you’ve seen how long my third brother and I have been together. It’s one thing that he’s always been indifferent to me, but today he even brought that woman in front of my brother and me…” Xiao Yuan finished speaking and took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

Lu Wenyi was a shrewd woman; as soon as she heard that the little girl from the Xiao family had arrived, she knew that she was here to complain to the old man again.

The old man's liver cancer, which he developed three years ago, had been largely cured by subsequent surgeries, and his days were numbered. Lu Haibo insisted on not moving into the military sanatorium, so the family had to hire a caregiver and a private doctor on call. She was afraid that Xiao Yuan would bring up Lu Zheng's situation and upset the old man so much that he couldn't sleep at night, so she rushed over and intercepted her downstairs.

She was already busy enough with official duties every day, and now she had to deal with these young people's love affairs. She was impatient but helpless: "Stop crying, come and have a cup of tea."

Three years ago, Lu Wenyi and Xiao Zhiyuan's marriage was put on hold for some personal reasons. Xiao Zhiyuan soon remarried. Since everyone was an adult, the situation was not awkward, and the relationship between the two families remained as good as ever. However, Lu Wenyi felt a little guilty towards the Xiao family, and consequently, she also showed more concern for Xiao Yuan.

Deep down, she knew Lu Zheng and Yuan Yuan were destined to be apart. Lu Zheng was her nephew; how could she not understand what he was thinking? Xiao Yuan had liked Lu Zheng since childhood, and relying on the old man's favor and her brother's close friendship with Lu Zheng, she was determined to take advantage of their proximity. She had gotten her hands on him, and the old man had even approved their marriage, but Lu Zheng was the one who truly belonged to her; he refused to marry her no matter what. What could the old man do?

Over the years, Lu Wenyi has watched her children grow up, with Lu Zheng thriving ahead while Xiao Yuan struggles to keep up. Xiao Yuan would often come to the Lu family home to cry.

She wanted to say: When it comes to relationships, even if you can force it for a while, can you force it for a lifetime?

But if Xiao Yuanruo could be persuaded so easily, she wouldn't have pursued Lu Zheng for so many years.

"You're all still young. Lu Zheng is just a kid at heart. He's just playing around. Don't take it to heart." After thinking it over, Lu Wenyi could only come up with this one sentence to comfort the younger generation without hurting their feelings too much.

Xiao Yuan cried even harder: "But this woman is different, they've been together for three years..."

Lu Wenyi only recognized Su Wen after reading the newspaper, realizing she was back. She was surprised that she and Lu Zheng had gotten together so quickly. She had met the girl three years ago; she was neither arrogant nor humble, possessing a fearless courage that she admired. However, it was only admiration. The old man disapproved, and the disparity in their social status was too great; she didn't believe they could be happy together.

What she's most worried about right now isn't Xiao Yuan's mess. She's afraid the old man will see the news, and given Lu Zheng's protectiveness of that girl, they'll probably start arguing again. The old man's health isn't great; he might collapse one day and never get up again.

In his study, Lu Haibo was flipping through today's evening paper. He usually only reads the front page for current affairs and skims over the rest, but today he was lingering over the entertainment section.

Feng Zhan was standing behind him, lost in thought, when suddenly he heard a "rip" sound as the old commander tore the newspaper in his hand!

"You little brat!" The old commander gripped the armrest of the rattan chair, the veins on the back of his aged hand standing out prominently.

Feng Zhanxin was startled. He bent down nervously, picked up the fallen blanket, and covered the old leader with it again.

After dinner, Zhou Mo tactfully made an excuse to leave first. Lu Zheng parked the car on the side of the road and opened the window to let the wind blow on him. Zhou Mo had ordered a table full of spicy food that night, and Su Wen, being the host, just ate a little as usual. Now, she was so spicy that she couldn't speak and was fanning herself against the open window to cool her tongue.

Her lips, flushed crimson from the chili peppers, resembled ripe cherries, ready to burst with sweet juice if squeezed. Her little red tongue, curled and upturned, was like a slippery snake, slithering straight into one's heart.

Lu Zheng rested his elbows on the steering wheel, his long fingers stroking his chin, his gaze sweeping over her. He had originally intended to light a cigarette, but somehow his hand reached out and lifted her chin.