The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

The two of them, laughing and joking, ordered a large plate of crayfish and some side dishes, enjoying their meal immensely.

Zhou Mo scoffed at Su Wen's behavior of stealing food from her: "You've gotten fat. If you keep eating, no one will dare to cast you in movies."

Suwen didn't take it seriously: "The director said I need to gain some weight so I can fill out the cheongsam."

"Are you really going to direct a movie directed by Wei?"

Suwen had lost count of how many people had asked her this question.

As they were talking, a customer sitting next to them came over to ask for an autograph. Suwen was a little surprised, and embarrassed, she took off her plastic gloves, wiped her fingers clean with a tissue, and then carefully signed her name. After she finished signing, the person even asked for a photo, with a pile of lobster shells in the background, which was quite strange.

After the fan left, Zhou Mo clicked her tongue in amazement and said, "Ever since we sat down, that person has been staring at you. I thought he was your secret admirer."

The TV series Suwen is currently filming is airing on satellite TV, so her face is becoming more recognizable, and people often recognize her on the street. However, this is the first time she's been asked for an autograph while having a meal.

Zhou Mo pondered Su Wen's autographing posture just now and exclaimed, "She's becoming more and more like a celebrity."

Suwen smiled, in a very good mood: "Don't worry, you'll get your share too."

She took out the stack of autographed photos Zhou Xiaochuan had given her from her bag: "There are so many, enough for your relatives and friends to share slowly when you get back."

Zhou Mo was indeed very excited: "Wow, Zhou Xiaochuan, you really got to know him well while filming? I hope you can introduce me to him in person sometime."

"No problem. Ye Zi bought the adaptation rights from you, so just go and tell Ye Zi that Zhou Xiaochuan must play your male lead. Then the screenwriter and the male lead will have all the pink bubbles they want!"

On the other side, Zhou Xiaochuan, who was soaking comfortably in the hot spring as if he had no bones, suddenly sneezed without warning.

Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Looks like I'll have to dig out all our photos together when I get home and have you sign them. That way, when you become an international movie star, I'll have some proof of our friendship."

After saying that, she shook her head half-jokingly: "If I had persisted in acting like you back then, I might have become a rising star or something."

She was joking, but Suwen began to consider the possibility: "Why don't you come to the company next time, and I'll have Lu Zheng and Ye Zi talk to her about it."

"Absolutely not. I prefer my current life to the big screen. I can bury myself in writing a book, then go out and have some fun, squander it all, and then sit back down at my computer and toil away writing to make money. Besides, if I were in the entertainment industry now, I might be a nobody for life, getting worse and worse off."

That's true. You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish? Suwen quite envied Zhou Mo, who could eat whatever she wanted, and after completing her studies, she could sleep for a whole day and night without thinking about anything. She couldn't do that; she was always looking before and after, considering too many things.

The lobsters were all gone, and the two women, arm in arm, swayed and got into a taxi.

When they got home, Xiang Ru was already asleep. Su Wen didn't wake her up. She gestured for Zhou Mo to be quiet, and the two of them went into the room.

It's been such a long time since we've had a late-night chat in bed like this.

This is the first time Zhou Mo has come to Suwen's new residence. Before, Suwen always stayed at Zhou Mo's rented house.

After graduation, Zhou Mo, an unemployed young woman, was clearly a bit lost: "Sigh, Nie Suwen, I see you making great strides in both your career and love life. I'm so envious!"

Suwen grabbed a cushion and put it behind her head, staring at the ceiling: "You're doing pretty well too. I heard Ye Zi offered you a pretty high price, enough for you to splurge for a while, right?"

"Even if it's high, how much money could it possibly have? It wouldn't be enough to buy just one of your bathrooms."

High housing prices in Beijing are an undeniable fact. Even though Zhou Mo was touted as a millionaire author by a certain online novel portal two years ago, he still frowns when the topic of buying a house comes up.

"They say you can earn a million a year, but how much actually goes into your pocket? With royalties taxed so high these days, after deducting the website, the platform, and the publisher's cut, the author only gets a tiny fraction. Selling film and television rights is supposed to be profitable, but you end up paying seventy or eighty thousand in taxes. If I ever have money, I'll follow Guo Jingming's example and start my own publishing house and magazine to make money and exploit those poor authors."

Zhou Mo was full of ambition, while Su Wen, half asleep and half awake, mumbled encouragement to her. Before long, the two women were snoring and fast asleep, each clutching a corner of the blanket.

The next day, when the doorbell rang, Zhou Mo still had one leg resting on Su Wen's stomach.

Suwen sat up and realized she had fallen asleep lying face down on the bed. She'd slept like that all night, her back and waist aching. She looked at the clock and saw it was already ten o'clock. Her mother had probably gone out to buy groceries and forgotten her keys.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up to find her slippers. Zhou Mo on the bed rolled over again, spreading her limbs wide and comfortably spreading them out in a starfish shape.

It was a rare day off, so I slept in. Suwen shook her head and went to open the door in her pajamas.

When the door opened, Su Wen froze, forgetting to move, upon seeing the shadow outside that was clearly a head taller than her.

The man opposite him raised the corners of his mouth: "Didn't we agree that the whole day was mine?"

Ok?

He pointed to his wristwatch: "It's already ten o'clock."

Suwen heard a sound of something collapsing in front of the man's faint smile.

This lunch was probably the most bizarre ever. A square table, with one person sitting on each of the four sides. Zhou Mo was wearing Suwen's pajamas, her hair looked unkempt, with a tuft sticking out in a messy mess. She kept her head down, not looking at anything, not saying anything, just silently eating.

Lu Zheng took off his khaki trench coat, revealing a well-made shirt and trousers underneath—a very proper outfit. He sat upright in the dining chair. Every time Xiang Ru glanced at him with suspicion, he would give her a polite smile. This man's manners were truly impeccable.

In contrast, Su Wen was simply stiff, so stiff she was almost petrified into a Greek statue. She was tormented by her mother's questioning gaze on one side and Lu Zheng's "tender and affectionate" stare on the other; she was suffering from both.

Finally, she gave an awkward "hehe" and said, "Eat your food, eat your food. My mom's chicken wings are the best."

Before Xiang Ru could finish saying "serve the guests some food," a pair of chopsticks reached into the plate and grabbed the cola chicken wing. The atmosphere, which had just begun to lighten, instantly froze again. Zhou Mo belatedly looked up, only to be met with a chorus of gazes directed at her. She slowly repeated, "Didn't you say... chicken wings are delicious?"

Su Wen gave a forced smile, picked up the chicken wing and put it in her bowl, then glared at her and said, "Go eat your chicken wing."

When Suwen turned around, there was a piece of braised pork in her bowl, and the skin and fat had been carefully removed for her.

"You should eat more too." Lu Zheng smiled slightly and put away his chopsticks, his movements as natural as those of an old married couple.

Xiang Ru was naturally surprised. The sofa was piled high with boxes of expensive mooncakes and fruit baskets, all brought over by Lu Zheng "casually." Xiang Ru stared at him and began to subtly probe, "Why aren't you spending the New Year with your family? Why did you come to our house instead?"

"Susu invited me to celebrate the festival, so I had to come. It's my first time here, and I was caught off guard and didn't prepare much. I hope Auntie won't mind." As he said this, he gave Nie Suwen across the table a meaningful look. At the same time, Zhou Mo kicked her under the table, but her questioning gaze kept sweeping between Nie Suwen and Lu Zheng.

Su Wen lowered her head in silence and said in a muffled voice, "Don't ask me, I don't know either!"

Xiang Ru's expression softened somewhat: "I heard you're the boss of Su Su's company. Su Su is always a handful, so please bear with her and take care of her."

"No, Susu is a very good person. I like her personality and temperament very much." He smiled calmly, speaking without batting an eye.

Suwen is almost losing face.

Zhou Mo started kicking wildly from below again, as if questioning: "I like your personality and temperament, don't I?"

Suwen was about to go crazy: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything!

Such a direct public confession even shocked Xiang Ru. A question slipped out of her mind without her noticing: "So you're planning to marry her?"

The dinner table suddenly fell silent.

The foot under the table stopped kicking her.

The air seemed to stand still as everyone held their breath, awaiting Lu Zheng's answer. Even Su Wen felt a sense of anticipation.

"I……"

Snapped--

"I'm sorry," Su Wen hurriedly stood up before Lu Zheng could speak, picking up the chopsticks she had "accidentally" swept to the ground. When she finished and stood up, several pairs of eyes were fixed on her. Especially Lu Zheng, whose jade-black eyes gleamed with an unapproachable light.

At this time, Zhou Mo once again played a crucial role.

Suwen glanced at the empty bowl in front of her, snatched it away and said, "Have you finished eating? I'll get you some more rice." Then she got up and walked towards the kitchen.

She turned on the rice cooker and stood in front of the kitchen counter, lost in thought, or rather, pondering, but unable to come up with any solutions.

This man is so unpredictable. The last time he was hit by his mother's feather duster, it was so unpleasant that she didn't dare bring Lu Zheng home afterward. But today he suddenly showed up at the door...

A warm breath brushed against the back of her neck, startling Suwen. She looked down and saw the hands clasped around her waist, and breathed a sigh of relief, but her body stiffened even more: "I didn't invite you to celebrate the holiday."

"You asked me yesterday how you planned to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival. Didn't you want to invite me to spend it with you?" He breathed on her skin as he spoke.

Well, she did have that thought at the time.