Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Xie Limo’s gaze glinted. He felt rather confused—why did women all like the feeling of being carried? It seemed like his mother enjoyed it too.

He lowered his head and kissed Yun Bixue’s forehead. “As long as you want me to, I will carry you.”

Yun Bixue had a sudden surge of energy. She questioned, “Then… What if we’re both old and unable to walk?”

In his mind, Xie Limo pictured the two of them in their old age. Her hair was hoary, and he also had a head of white hair. This feeling was fascinating. It felt as though the two of them had spent a lifetime together.

Yun Bixue looked at how Xie Limo remained silent for a long time. His exquisite gaze appeared as still as a painting. She didn’t get the answer that she wanted, and assumed that Xie Limo was reluctant to reply. She grudgingly flipped over, exposing her back to Xie Limo.

After Xie Limo snapped out of his daze, he noticed Yun Bixue’s back facing him. He asked, “Are you tired? Are you going to sleep?” He hadn’t realized that Yun Bixue had been angry just now.

The two of them had never had an argument, nor bickered before. They had always understood and accommodated each other. Therefore, Xie Limo didn’t give it much thought, let alone realize that Yun Bixue was unhappy.

Yun Bixue didn’t answer him. There was a twinkle in Xie Limo’s eyes as he gently lowered his body. Noticing that Yun Bixue’s eyes were shut, he thought that she seemed to be already asleep. She might have been exhausted today. She had woken up early in the morning, and slept rather late at night.

He let out a resigned chuckle. He gently tucked her in, and switched off the lights by the bed. He then laid down again.

Yun Bixue felt rather depressed. Xie Limo hadn’t answered her question, and he didn’t say anything else—he merely covered her with the blanket. She knew that he pampered her. However, women were all the same. When a woman cares about someone, her feelings would grow exceptionally sensitive. A man’s heart is typically more impassive, and he wouldn’t pay close attention to details. A man would never be able to grasp a woman’s thought processes.

Yun Bixue couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. Her imagination ran wild. Would he be reluctant to answer her? Would he find her unreasonable? Would he think that she’s always thinking too much?

…

In the midst of her mental conflict, Yun Bixue fell asleep. When morning came, she realized that Xie Limo had already left. Although she had previously experienced such circumstances, today felt different. Today was the day when Yun Bixue’s imagination went wild, and when her feelings were the most delicate.

Since it was the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, there were many tasks to do. Yun Bixue chatted merrily with the others, and nothing seemed unusual with her.

However, when Xie Limo scooped out food for her during lunch, she said uncomfortably, “It’s fine. You eat more. I can feed myself.”

Xie Limo paused as he held his chopsticks. Surprised, he glanced at Yun Bixue. What’s wrong with his wife today? He couldn’t figure it out regardless of how hard he tried.

On the other hand, nobody else seemed to have realized, and they did not think much of it. After all, the two of them had always been a harmonious and pleasant couple.

Still, Yun Bilu understood her elder sister. She felt that her elder sister might be in a foul mood. Did she get into a fight with Brother-in-law? No way, Brother-in-law looked as graceful as jade and had a mild temperament. Could it be that she had been imagining things?

In the afternoon, Ji Qiongxin requested Xie Limo and Yun Bixue to put up the couplet decoration together—she wanted to wish a pleasant and harmonious atmosphere for the two youngsters.

However, when they were putting the said New Year decoration up, Yun Bixue remained dispirited and didn’t speak much. Xie Limo softly sighed, “What happened? Why have you been looking down the entire day?”

Yun Bixue merely pursed her lips and shook her head. “Nothing.”

Xie Limo gently caressed her head and tidied her hair. Bopping her nose, he continued tenderly, “What ‘nothing’? You look terrible. Tell me, who bullied you? I will go look for him.” To Xie Limo, nobody could ever bully and take advantage of his wife.