The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

A smile appeared on Dongfang Liuyun’s beautiful face, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a faint gentleness. After a moment of silence, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his face.

“I’m actually very afraid that your answer is yes.”

Dongfang Liuyun knew very well how she felt at that moment. No matter how proud she was, she was nothing in front of him now. The more he cared about her, the more vulnerable she became.

And she, Dongfang Liuyun, would never allow herself to be vulnerable in front of others.

Qi Lei was stunned. He could still feel the residual warmth on his face. He lowered his head and stared at her for a long time. Finally, he did not say anything. He quickly bent down and lifted her up.

He wanted to show her how he felt about her.

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It was already late at night. When Qin Su drove into the villa, she saw that the villa was still brightly lit from afar.

It was near the end of the year and she was very busy with work. Zhou Zimo was also the one who had to worry about the wedding. She acted as if nothing had happened and continued to go to work on her own.

Zhou Zimo was very good to her. He was extremely caring towards her. In her heart, she slowly dispelled some of the fear of marriage.

When she walked into the living room, she did not see Zhou Zimo in the living room. However, the lights in the kitchen were still on.

“You’re back. You didn’t pick up my phone call, so I guessed that you were driving. Eat something.”

Qin Su had just taken off her coat when Zhou Zimo’s voice was heard. She looked towards the source of the voice and realized that he was walking out of the kitchen with a large tray.

“Didn’t you say you were coming back so early for a social gathering?”

Zhou Zimo had informed Qin su that he was coming back for a social gathering tonight and that he would not be coming back for dinner. Therefore, Qin Su decided not to come back so early as it would be useless for her to have dinner now.

“I was worried about you, and I left when it was about time. You didn’t have dinner, did you?”

Zhou Zimo made two servings of cooked noodles. Qin Su could already smell a tempting aroma when she walked closer, which triggered the hunger in her stomach.

“You have the ability to predict the future.”

Qin Su walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down as she stretched out her hand toward him.

Zhou Zimo quickly put down the noodles, handed her a wet towel, and then chopsticks.

Qin Su took it and ate it without hesitation.

“The taste is not bad. Your ability to cook noodles is growing. I didn’t really like to eat this thing before, but you brought it out recently, and I’m gradually getting used to the taste.”

Qin Su praised him while eating.

Hearing this, Zhou Zimo’s handsome face quickly turned gentle. He poured her a cup of fruit juice and moved it over. He replied, “Then I have to thank you for giving me the honor.”

As he said that, he sat down opposite her.

“I’m sincerely praising you. You can treat it as a record of praise.”

It was rare for Qin Su to explain like this.

Zhou Zimo smiled. “We’re not superior and subordinate. Wouldn’t it be better if you used something substantial to prove it? It would also promote our relationship.”

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up the eggs in his bowl for her. He even gave her some noodles.

Qin Su naturally followed suit—

She was really hungry. She had only eaten half a bowl of porridge for lunch.

“Alright, you can sit down and eat too.”

“Is it enough?”

Zhou Zimo was still worried that she would not be full.

“It’s such a big bowl, you can even feed the pigs.”

Qin Su took the fruit juice and took a sip.

Zhou Zimo was stunned for a moment. A smile immediately appeared on his handsome face. He coughed lightly. Qin Su only realized what she had just said after a while, and her face turned a little red.

The husband and wife quietly finished their food, and Qin Su swiftly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. When she returned to the bedroom, Zhou Zimo had already bathed and laid down on the bed, and he had even filled up the bath water for her.

‘Bang!’

When he heard the sound of the door closing, Zhou Zimo shifted his gaze away from the book in front of him and stared at the tightly shut bathroom door for a long time. Then, he simply threw the book aside and placed his hands behind his head, leisurely closing his eyes to rest.

After an unknown period of time, he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening. He did not open his eyes until he vaguely felt someone walking towards him. Immediately after, the position beside him caved in before he slowly opened his eyes. What greeted his eyes was Qin Su’s slender little figure.

Her beautiful hair fell over her shoulders. She was only wearing a simple light-colored sleeping robe. As she lay there, he could smell the faint fragrance that pervaded her body. He could not help but reach out and gently pinch a strand of her beautiful hair.

Qin Su seemed to have noticed his actions and slowly turned her head to look at him silently.

Zhou Zimo simply propped his head with one hand. His deep eyes were filled with enjoyment and appreciation as he looked at her without blinking.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Qin Su’s beautiful brows furrowed. Zhou Zimo’s gaze was a little uncomfortable, and his expression was no longer as cold as before.

“Do you realize that you’ve become more and more beautiful recently?” Zhou Zimo said very seriously.

Qin Su also paused for a moment when she heard this. She replied disapprovingly, “Is there a problem with your vision? I seem to be in my late 20s and 30s this year. I can’t help but sigh at the unforgiving passage of time.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? You’re already married to me anyway. You’re no longer some old leftover woman. Instead, you’re the upright Mrs. Zhou.”

Zhou Zimo played with her hair as he spoke.

Qin Su glanced at him and took a deep breath. Suddenly, she bent down and pulled open the bedside table. Very quickly, she took out a red brocade box. Zhou Zimo looked at it and felt a little puzzled. When she opened the brocade box, a silver stream of light approached, he was almost blinded.

In the brocade box, there was a ring. It was a man’s ring.

Qin Su lowered her gaze and looked at the ring for a long time. Then, she said in a light voice, “Give me your hand.”

As she said that, she reached out her hand towards him.

“You bought it for me?”

Zhou Zimo’s eyes widened. He was a little unable to react.

“I went out this afternoon. I wanted to buy one for you anyway. Take care of it. If you drop it, I won’t have the money to buy you a second one.”

As Qin Su spoke, she pulled his hand and took the ring off his hand, replacing it with the one she had bought.

“I should be the one to order this one for you.”

“Why are you in such a hurry to put your ring on me?”

Zhou Zimo’s mouth was filled with a faint smile as he silently admired the halo lingering between his fingers. He actually felt extremely satisfied in his heart. As he looked at her, his deep gaze also stopped on her face.