Just as Tang Yi drove the car into Lanxi Garden, Butler Fu led the servants out to welcome them.
Apparently, Tang Yi had given Butler Fu a heads-up beforehand, so Butler Fu treated Yu Zhiwan with great respect, completely taking on the attitude of welcoming the lady of the house.
He greeted them with a warm smile.
“Sir, Madam.”
Since they hadn’t officially registered their marriage yet, Yu Zhiwan wasn’t sure whether she should respond to the title Madam. She instinctively looked at Xie Jingmo.
The man met her gaze with warm, encouraging eyes and a gentle smile.
For some reason, she immediately felt at ease and calmly nodded at Butler Fu.
Xie Jingmo curled his lips slightly.
“Go about your business.”
Butler Fu smiled warmly and led the servants away to attend to their duties.
However, the servants kept sneaking glances toward Yu Zhiwan from time to time.
The Madam is truly beautiful.
Standing beside the master, they really do look like a match made in heaven!
Xie Jingmo carried Yu Zhiwan’s suitcase upstairs to the master bedroom.
Yu Zhiwan followed behind him and glanced around.
The villa’s interior was decorated mostly in cool tones, and she didn’t see any feminine belongings.
It seemed that no women usually came here.
Xie Jingmo set down her suitcase, folded his arms across his chest, and lazily leaned against the doorframe.
“Rest for a while. I’ll have Butler Fu prepare your daily necessities.”
“And what would you like for lunch? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it.”
“Anything is fine. I’m not picky.”
Seeing how polite she still was, Xie Jingmo deliberately dragged out his words.
“You’re not picky about pineapple either? Then how about a whole pineapple feast for lunch?”
Yu Zhiwan: “…?”
The man let out a low laugh and straightened.
His hands slipped into his trouser pockets, his posture effortlessly elegant and handsome.
“Don’t worry, Madam. Starting today, there won’t be anything as unpleasant as pineapple in this house.”
Yu Zhiwan: “…”
Why does he sound like he’s comforting a little kid?
What did pineapple ever do to him?
As she watched Xie Jingmo turn and walk downstairs, Yu Zhiwan still hadn’t quite recovered.
His words kept echoing in her mind.
“This house…”
Wait.
How did Xie Jingmo know she was allergic to pineapple?
Lunch was ready soon.
In the dining room, Xie Jingmo courteously pulled out a chair for Yu Zhiwan.
“See if you like the food.”
Yu Zhiwan sat down, surprise immediately appearing in her clear black-and-white eyes.
“I like everything. They’re all my favorites.”
The corners of the man’s lips lifted slightly.
He casually remarked,
“Looks like Wanwan and I have the same taste, then. From now on, we can enjoy our favorite meals together.”
Enjoy our favorite meals together…
Something gently tugged at Yu Zhiwan’s heart.
Before she was sixteen, she had lived with her adoptive parents, who favored boys over girls.
All the good food and drinks went to her younger brother. She had never received any.
After returning to the Yu family at sixteen, they favored Yu Xiangxiang.
At the dining table, they only prepared dishes Xiangxiang liked.
When buying clothes, they bought whatever Xiangxiang liked.
Even when they occasionally went through the motions of asking Yu Zhiwan what she wanted, the next day there would still only be things Yu Xiangxiang liked.
Her opinions had never mattered.
Over time, whenever the Yu family put on an act and asked what she wanted, she had developed the habit of answering,
“Anything is fine.”
“Whatever.”
Now, hearing Xie Jingmo say that they could enjoy their favorite meals together in the future…
It wasn’t anything particularly significant.
She had saved money herself and could buy whatever she liked now.
Yet for some reason, his words still touched something deep inside her.
She wanted to tell the little girl she had once been:
You won’t be ignored anymore.
You won’t have to worry about anyone else’s mood.
Someone will finally prepare the things you like for you.
Seeing her quietly lower her head and eat, Xie Jingmo used the serving chopsticks to place a piece of sweet-and-sour pork ribs in her bowl.
“Try this.”
“Thank you.”
Yu Zhiwan looked up and suddenly remembered something.
She carefully examined the dishes on the table.
Many of them were sweet-and-sour dishes.
But hadn’t Xie Jingmo disliked this kind of food?
When they had attended the same high school, she had once gone to the cafeteria and happened to see Xie Jingmo.
She had watched him frown in disgust and push a plate of tomato chicken wings toward his friend.
His friend had laughed.
“I love chicken wings, so they’re all mine! Who told our Brother Xie that he doesn’t like sweet-and-sour flavors?”
And now…
He likes them?
Seeing Yu Zhiwan staring at him with a confused expression, Xie Jingmo raised an eyebrow leisurely.
“What? Do I have the ribs you like stuck to my face?”
Yu Zhiwan: “…No.”
Maybe people really do change as they grow up.
Perhaps their taste buds change too.
After lunch, Yu Zhiwan went to the bathroom.
Xie Jingmo sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Butler Fu came over with a cheerful smile.
“Sir, should I only prepare Madam’s personal necessities, or should I replace all the daily necessities for both of you with matching couple sets?”
“Like these, for example.”
Butler Fu held up an iPad and showed Xie Jingmo a picture.
It was a matching pair of toothbrush cups—one blue and one pink.
Xie Jingmo gave it a casual glance and replied lazily,
“Do you really need to ask?”
“Of course they should be matching.”
“Ah! All right!”
Butler Fu’s face lit up with a delighted, knowing smile.
His wrinkles practically formed flowers from smiling so hard.
So when Yu Zhiwan returned to the living room and had barely taken a sip of tea, she saw Butler Fu directing servants and several employees from various brand stores.
They were bringing in bags and boxes filled with all kinds of women’s clothing, handbags, and shoes.
There were enough of them to fill the entire walk-in closet upstairs.
Yu Zhiwan froze.
Before she could even say anything, more employees arrived carrying various kinds of pajamas.
The key point?
They were all matching men’s and women’s couple sets in different sizes.
There were also matching slippers, bathrobes, toothbrush cups, and all kinds of daily necessities.
Some even came in matching blue-and-pink sets.
It was almost blinding.
Yu Zhiwan’s brow twitched violently.
She turned toward Xie Jingmo.
“This…”
Xie Jingmo lowered his eyelashes slightly and took a sip of tea before answering with a completely straight face.
“Butler Fu made the decision himself. Let him do whatever he wants.”
Yu Zhiwan: “…”
She really hadn’t expected Butler Fu to be this trendy at his age.
The sky had remained gloomy throughout the day.
After several loud rumbles of thunder, the rain finally came pouring down.
It wasn’t until around two in the afternoon that the rain gradually began to ease.
On the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Xie Jingmo drove while Yu Zhiwan sat in the passenger seat.
She was distracted, thinking to herself:
Even getting our marriage certificates has to happen on a rainy day.
I wonder if this bad weather is some kind of bad omen.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Before getting out of the car, Yu Zhiwan’s phone rang.
The caller ID displayed:
Yu Shaoze.
Yu Zhiwan’s expression immediately turned cold.
She simply hung up.
The other side angrily sent her several text messages.
[Yu Zhiwan! You’ve grown some wings, haven’t you? How dare you hang up on me?!]
[I’m warning you. Gu Chengfeng is at the Yu family home right now. Hurry back here and apologize to him properly! Continue dating him and marry into the Gu family!]
A mocking smile appeared in Yu Zhiwan’s beautiful eyes.
Someone like Yu Shaoze didn’t deserve to be her brother.
She didn’t bother replying.
She simply blocked Yu Shaoze.
Then she blocked the rest of the Yu family and Gu Chengfeng as well, so they couldn’t bother her anymore.
Xie Jingmo walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her.
When he noticed the caller ID on her phone, a layer of frost immediately settled over his brows.
But before he could say anything, Yu Zhiwan turned off her phone.
“Let’s go. They’re irrelevant people. There’s no need to bother with them. We don’t want to be late for registering our marriage.”
Looking at the girl’s exquisite, radiant face, Xie Jingmo’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
He extended his right hand toward her.
His fingers were long and slender, his knuckles sharply defined, his skin pale and translucent like flawless jade.
It looked almost like a perfect work of art.
Yu Zhiwan stared blankly for a moment before understanding.
She pressed her rosy lips together and placed her hand into his palm.
The rain had stopped.
Xie Jingmo held Yu Zhiwan’s hand and walked with her into the Civil Affairs Bureau.