Good martial arts in the city, many children, many blessings

"Bang bang bang!"

In the quiet of the night, the sound of heavy punching bags echoed through the Rose Martial Arts Gym.

Until midnight.

A series of high-heeled shoe clicks echoed from above, carrying the owner's leisurely steps as they swayed lightly towards the front.

Suddenly, the sounds of punches that had been on the verge of exhaustion became rapid.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Hey! You're still angry!"

Li Xunhuan turned around angrily and shouted, "Mind your own business!" She took the opportunity to catch her breath.

But after just one glance, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

With one hand crossed over her chest, holding a bright red wine glass, Liu Yanran twisted her slender neck, her high ponytail brushing against the shapely buttocks beneath her burgundy dress.

Her long, jade-like black stockings had a matte finish, and her black and red high heels ticked away.

Bright red paired with black is the perfect match for fair skin!

Li Xunhuan pounded the sandbag for most of the night, and the anger that had been raging in his heart had long since dissipated with the exertion.

She was simply too embarrassed to admit it, so she stubbornly looked away, maintaining the last shred of her incompetent husband's defiance.

At the very least, it can't just be a simple skin; that's definitely not enough.

"What are you doing here? Aren't I working hard to cultivate as you instructed, striving to fulfill the team contract terms you've drafted in half a month?"

Liu Yanran smiled inwardly, knowing that her two hours of careful preparation tonight had not been in vain.

She stepped forward gracefully, bringing with her a rich fragrance, and embraced her still sweaty, stubborn husband tightly. Like a watery cat, she gently rubbed against the back of his head, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Alright, they didn't want to do it either! It was just a coincidence, wasn't it? Yiyi suddenly brought people over, and I was forced into this situation. It was just a sudden inspiration!"

She's lying!

If it were several hours earlier, Li Xunhuan, immersed in the bliss of newlywed life, would never have been able to tell the difference.

But now, with his dream shattered, Li Xunhuan saw through his newlywed wife's lies at a glance.

Although Chen Yiyi remained silent, it was precisely this silence that highlighted the extraordinary level of trust between her and Liu Yanran.

Li Xunhuan felt a pang of sadness, and her palm, pressed against Liu Yanran's smooth abdomen, paused slightly.

Only he knows that a small life is quietly growing there.

He sighed deeply, and resignedly grasped her silky long ponytail, following the firm muscle curve of her lower abdomen.

"Are you and Chen Yiyi very close?" If you can subconsciously use her as a shield, how could you not be close?

"Wow!" Liu Yanran covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes crinkling. "Is my little husband jealous?"

Li Xunhuan's iron-like arms tightened suddenly, and Liu Yanran, who was breathing heavily, immediately begged for mercy.

"Hey, even if no one says anything, haven't you noticed that we look alike?"

Li Xunhuan's questioning tone suddenly faltered, and she hesitated before saying, "You're sisters? But her surname is Chen!"

"Sigh!" Liu Yanran sighed helplessly, "Our two families are blended families..."

As Liu Yanran recounted her story breathlessly, Li Xunhuan, who had been coldly interrogating her, finally softened her expression.

Although most of it is untrue, Liu Yanran's account mentions a gambling and abusive father, a weak and incompetent mother, greedy and despicable relatives, and Uncle Chen who took advantage of her vulnerability.

If you ignore the disharmonious family reunification of the two families behind her, her story is a perfect replica of the life trajectory of the massage parlor technician at number 88 in her previous life.

Li Xunhuan looked troubled. "So, Chen Yiyi is really your sister? Your father's posthumous child?"

"Hmm!" Liu Yanran's face was as beautiful as a flower, and her voice was as hoarse as a husky whisper. "It's good that you know about this, but don't talk nonsense in front of Yiyi. She can't stand hearing this."

"Uh, that?"

Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, Li Xunhuan took a breath and then asked, "You said before that you used to be a martial artist, so why...?"

Liu Yanran's eyes turned cold, and she suddenly raised her mouth to block Li Xunhuan's question, hooking his vocal cords.

"With such a beautiful and pleasant time before us, my lord, are you sure you want to waste this wonderful spring season?"

Li Xunhuan knew that this matter might be related to Liu Yanran's painful past, and since she didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't force her.

With a long sigh, her fingertips traced the smooth, black silk, lifting the full moon.

Li Xunhuan asked tentatively, "Here tonight?"

Liu Yanran's tone was clingy and affectionate, like a resentful woman lost in a story, "My lord, don't you want to change the setting?"

Li Xunhuan's breathing quickened; the arrow was already on the bowstring.

"I'll go close the door!"

Liu Yanran pulled her back abruptly, her legs coiling around her like two pythons.

"Silly husband, I came down dressed like this, how could I not have known to lock the door beforehand!"

"That makes sense!" Li Xunhuan's eyes blazed with crimson, and he opened his mouth to capture those crimson lips...

……

The next day, at dawn.

Li Xunhuan sat on the edge of the bed, her face full of regret, looking at the haggard-looking man in the dressing mirror, filled with self-blame.

"I indulged in pleasure all night, and the damage to my health has been so severe. From today onwards, I must cultivate the good habit of going to bed early and waking up early!"

But where did his lazy wife Liu Yanran, who always liked to stay in bed, go?

Just as the thought of distrust between the couple arose, Li Xunhuan, who was starving, caught a whiff of a fragrant breeze.

It wasn't just the alluring scent of Liu Yanran lingering in the bedroom; it also carried a flavor that whetted the appetite.

Saliva production in the mouth and rumbling in the stomach!

Li Xunhuan got up and rushed into the bathroom, quickly washed up, and then eagerly put on her pajamas before dashing out of the bedroom.

Following the aroma, I groped my way to the kitchen.

The warm steam rose slowly, outlining the dreamlike image of Liu Yanran preparing soup with her delicate hands.

Her luscious red lips parted slightly as she leaned closer to the silver-white soup spoon. Perhaps the light, thick soup was too hot, scalding the young cook's tongue and causing it to tremble.

Li Xunhuan's heart softened, and he silently moved closer, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

At this moment, all he wanted was to hold the woman in his arms until the end of time.

"Stop it, it itches!"

"Don't move, let me lean against you for a little longer!"

Liu Yanran tilted her head, looking down at her husband with a loving expression, her dark eyes holding a half-smile.

"Want some soup first? Or should your wife feed you first?"

Li Xunhuan lowered his head in shame. He really wanted to retort, "Only children make choices! I want them all!"

But his rumbling stomach and weak legs were reminding him that staying up all night without restraint would lead to his death!

For the sake of a long and happy future, Li Xunhuan made a decisive decision: "If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day?"

"Honey, I'm hungry!"

Li Xunhuan cunningly kicked the ball back again.

Liu Yanran tapped his forehead in annoyance, then shook her head weakly, saying, "You!"

Reaching out to lift the pressure cooker lid, a rich aroma, carrying the delicate fragrance of tender lamb, wafts out.

Li Xunhuan's eyes were green with envy, and his stomach rumbled with hunger, urging him to eat quickly.

Li Xunhuan's mouth watered, and she eagerly reached out to grab it, but the sharp-eyed Liu Yanran slapped her hand away.

"Don't rush, it's not done yet!"

"I think it's cooked!"

Liu Yanran rolled her eyes at her impatient husband and reached into her bosom to pull out a white jade porcelain bottle.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, looked pained, scooped out a small half-spoon of white powder with a seasoning spoon, poured it into the soup, then quickly covered the pot with the lid, tightened the bottle, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Liu Yanran's series of movements were skillful and swift, carrying a sense of composure and ease.

However, in the eyes of Li Xunhuan, who had been poisoned by the internet in her previous life, a scene began to appear uncontrollably.

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine!"

"No way, you drugged me and now you don't even know how to do it discreetly?"

Before yesterday, Li Xunhuan might not have thought much about it, but after confirming that Liu Yanran didn't love him as much as he had imagined, his heart has never been at ease.

But as Liu Yanran tasted it herself, Li Xunhuan's vigilance vanished instantly.

However, after simmering over low heat for thirty seconds, Li Xunhuan smelled a food aroma that was more than ten times stronger than before when Liu Yanran lifted the pressure cooker lid again.

Li Xunhuan found herself unable to articulate the feeling in words.

Even though my stomach was still growling with hunger, just smelling this aroma calmed my rebellious stomach down.

It's like how a beautiful woman is so pleasing to the eye that it's a feast for the eyes.

But the next second, the taste that Liu Yanran offered to Li Xunhuan completely overturned her previous conclusions.

The tender mutton is incredibly flavorful when chewed, and the hot, rich broth flows down your throat and into your stomach.

A strong warmth spread from my chest and abdomen to my limbs, instantly restoring my limbs, which had been limp all night.

Li Xunhuan felt a surge of energy, as if every cell in her body was cheering and jumping for joy, as if celebrating a rebirth.

"What... what is this?"

"A foundation-strengthening and vitality-building diet!"

"Medicinal cuisine? It must be expensive! And you're just giving it to me like this..."

"You're someone's husband, the future father-in-law of the martial arts dojo owner. It's just a medicinal meal; what's wrong with drinking it?"

Liu Yanran said with a doting expression, "As long as you behave well, work hard, and are willing to endure hardship... I promise you'll have something to drink every day."

Li Xunhuan secretly rolled her eyes: 'Damn, do I have to be so demanding?'

But then he lowered his head and took another sip of the mutton soup, which had been enhanced with nourishing and restorative ingredients.

"Mmm! It smells so good! My wife is the best to me!"