Xie Jingmo looked at Xiao Yichen’s message—“You’re really showing off now!”—and his flirtatious eyes narrowed slightly.
Without another word, he forwarded the photo to the family group chat.
The group chat exploded instantly.
Grandpa Xie:
[???]
Grandpa Xie:
[That photo isn’t something you photoshopped to fool me, is it?]
Xie Jingmo:
[…]
Xie Jingmo:
[Fine, then. You absolutely don’t have to believe it.]
Grandpa Xie:
[I believe it! I believe it!]
Grandpa Xie:
[Butler Fu just told me you brought my granddaughter-in-law back to Lanxi Garden. I was still half-convinced, but now I’m certain!]
Grandma Xie:
[Old man, stop wasting time. Hurry up and book our plane tickets! We’re coming back to China immediately. I can’t wait to meet my precious granddaughter-in-law!]
Grandma Xie:
[I don’t care whether I get to see my grandson!]
Grandpa Xie:
[Neither do I!]
Cousin Xie Yuntang:
[What did I just see? Brother, you finally got married?!]
Xie Yuntang:
[Ahhh! Sister-in-law is so beautiful!]
Cousin Xie Yunzhou:
[Awoo! I’ve been looking forward to meeting Sister-in-law for ages! Brother, you chose well!]
Xie Yunzhou:
[Wishing you and Sister-in-law a lifetime of happiness and amazing sex!]
Xie Jingmo raised an eyebrow when he saw the last message.
He sent several red envelopes into the group chat.
Then he exited the group, closed his marriage certificate, and took a picture focusing on its bright red cover.
He immediately posted it to his WeChat Moments.
[Married.]
The comments exploded again almost instantly.
Xiao Yichen:
[Seriously? You can post on your Moments if you want, but what the hell is that cover photo? I almost went blind!]
Xie Yunzhou:
[Hahahaha! I went to check. My brother actually set his and Sister-in-law’s marriage certificates as his Moments cover! Two bright-red certificates right there. It’s practically blinding!]
Xiao Yichen:
[@Qin An, come look. As expected of our Master Mo. Why doesn’t he just wear the marriage certificate around his neck?]
Qin An:
[Shut up. Don’t give him ideas. He’d actually do it!]
Xie Jingmo: “…”
Was he crazy?
Wear the marriage certificate around his neck?
If he were going to wear it somewhere, he’d put it on his forehead.
Xie Jingmo couldn’t be bothered to respond to them.
He put down his phone, propped his head against one hand, and continued watching his wife arrange the flowers.
Watching my wife arrange flowers is much better.
Yu Zhiwan finished arranging the bouquet and looked up.
She immediately met the man’s deep, affectionate gaze.
She had no idea how long he’d been watching her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked away.
Then she felt something was wrong and looked straight back at him.
“Why are you looking at me?”
Xie Jingmo let out a muffled laugh.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his low, sexy chuckle seemed almost teasing.
“Because you’re cute.”
Yu Zhiwan: “?”
The man rested his head lazily against one hand, his flirtatious eyes filled with amusement.
“It’s my first time getting married. Everything feels new, so I want to look at my wife a little more. Is that not allowed?”
Yu Zhiwan replied calmly,
“It’s fine. You’ll have experience next time you get married.”
Xie Jingmo: “?”
Yu Zhiwan thought about it.
“Actually, now that I put it that way, this is my first marriage too.”
Xie Jingmo’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
He stared at her for several seconds before suddenly tilting his head and smiling.
“Then you can look at your husband more too. I’m right here.”
Yu Zhiwan: “…”
That really isn’t necessary.
She suddenly remembered that she still hadn’t unpacked her suitcase, so she went upstairs to the master bedroom.
As she took her clothes out, Yu Zhiwan suddenly realized something.
This is the master bedroom.
Then tonight… am I sleeping with Xie Jingmo?
Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room.
Xie Jingmo called Butler Fu over and spoke calmly.
“The beds in the guest rooms… aren’t they broken? They should all be replaced.”
Butler Fu looked confused.
“No, sir. They’re all perfectly fine.”
Xie Jingmo slowly picked up his teacup and took a sip.
“Not broken?”
Butler Fu stared blankly for two seconds before suddenly understanding.
“Oh! Yes, yes, they’re broken! They’re all broken! None of them can be used anymore! They all need to be replaced! I’ll arrange it immediately!”
In the master bedroom upstairs.
Yu Zhiwan was unpacking her suitcase when she suddenly heard noises outside.
Curious, she opened the door.
She saw several servants carrying beds out of the guest rooms, all busy moving furniture around.
And it wasn’t just one bed.
Beds from several guest rooms were being carried out.
Yu Zhiwan scratched her head in confusion.
What happened?
When she saw Xie Jingmo approaching, she curiously asked,
“What happened? Are all the beds broken?”
Xie Jingmo nodded without changing his expression.
“No one usually stays in the guest rooms, so the furniture has gotten old. It’s time to replace everything.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Don’t worry. The bed in the master bedroom is perfectly fine. We can sleep here tonight.”
Yu Zhiwan gave him a strange look.
Xie Jingmo raised an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong?”
Yu Zhiwan pressed her lips together.
Her voice carried a hint of hesitation, along with a little self-doubt.
“I can tell that you’ve always disliked the people in the Yu family. But what about me…?”
“Won’t you feel awkward sharing a room with me?”
Xie Jingmo frowned, his expression suddenly becoming more serious.
He took Yu Zhiwan by the hand and led her back into the bedroom.
Then he made her look directly at him.
His gaze rested on her clear, pure eyes, and his voice was low and unusually serious.
“Yu Zhiwan, I dislike the Yu family because I can’t stand watching them bully you.”
“I have never disliked you. Not even for a moment.”
“And Yu Zhiwan, don’t doubt yourself.”
“You’re wonderful.”
“Really, really wonderful.”
Irreplaceably wonderful.
Yu Zhiwan froze.
She stared at the man in front of her, momentarily lost for words.
Back in the Yu family home, the words she’d heard most often from her biological parents and brothers were:
“Yu Zhiwan, you’re not good enough here, and you’re not good enough there. You’ll never compare to Yu Xiangxiang.”
She had worked hard at school.
She had tried desperately to meet their expectations.
And all she received in return were critical, dissatisfied looks.
Yet now, Xie Jingmo—a man from an extraordinarily prestigious family, someone more distinguished than almost anyone she had ever known—was telling her:
You’re wonderful.
Really, really wonderful.
Yu Zhiwan’s delicate eyelashes trembled.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and the tip of her nose grew slightly sore.
“Thank you. Truly, thank you.”
Everyone said Xie Jingmo was someone you shouldn’t mess with.
Yet somehow, she felt that he was actually easy to get along with.
He was also surprisingly good at comforting people.
He seemed genuinely kind.
A good person.
Because all the guest-room furniture had supposedly become old and the beds had all been removed, Yu Zhiwan ended up staying in the master bedroom.
After dinner, Xie Jingmo suddenly had some business to handle, so he went to the study.
Yu Zhiwan returned to the bedroom first.
The moment she saw the large bed in the middle of the room, her eyelid twitched.
I forgot to ask.
How exactly does Xie Jingmo plan to sleep with me?