The Huo family ancestral home was located in the northern part of the capital of Country K, built in the style of a courtyard house.
To be precise, it wasn’t just a courtyard house; it was more like an estate.
The main building was exquisitely carved and adorned, while the other areas gathered architectural styles from various places—
classical gardens, a massive library, a modern amusement park, hunting forests, an artificial grassland for equestrian competitions, a sea of flowers composed of various blooms, man-made lakes and shallow seas, a landscape zoo and botanical garden, and so on.
If you could imagine it, it was likely somewhere within the estate.
Wen Yuan got out of the car and was led by Huo Shengye, hand in hand, as they strolled inside. After walking for a while, Huo Shengye stopped, made a phone call, and soon a sightseeing vehicle arrived.
Wen Yuan considered herself somewhat worldly, but at this moment, she had to admit that her experience was still too limited.
The vehicle drove for nearly twenty minutes before reaching their destination. By the time they got off, Wen Yuan was feeling a bit drowsy and let out a soft yawn. “Are we not there yet?” she asked.
Only after asking did she realize they had finally arrived.
Huo Shengye got out first and reached out to take Wen Yuan’s hand. Perhaps seeing her sleepy-eyed appearance, the man chuckled softly, moved closer, and directly picked Wen Yuan up in his arms.
Wen Yuan was jolted awake by this sudden lift. It wasn’t a princess carry but an upright hold, like how one would carry a child.
Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and when she realized what was happening, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment. “I… I can walk myself… Mr. Huo, please put me down.”
She was already twenty-three years old this year, and even her parents hadn’t held her like this in ages. Her brother hadn’t carried her like this in a very, very long time either.
However, Huo Shengye didn’t listen to her and simply carried her into the courtyard.
Being in an unfamiliar place, Wen Yuan didn’t dare to protest further, afraid that Huo Shengye might get displeased and bully her again.
Life isn’t easy; the young lady sighed.
Wen Yuan decided it was best to obediently stay in Huo Shengye’s arms. If he liked carrying her, so be it.
But this action completely woke Wen Yuan up. She looked around and noticed that after Huo Shengye carried her inside, the servants waiting on either side of the gate closed the doors.
This was a rather quaint courtyard, somewhat resembling the architecture seen in period dramas, with an antique charm.
Inside the courtyard was an elegant garden, lit by courtyard lamps—small lanterns that gave a distinct ancient palace feel.
After walking a bit further, there was a pond with lotus flowers planted in it, surrounded by small lights. Wen Yuan noticed golden and red koi fish swimming in the pond, beautiful and adorable.
Suddenly, Wen Yuan remembered that outside her own family’s ancestral home, there had been a similar pond with lotus flowers and fish.
But later, due to some municipal project or construction plan, the pond disappeared.
It was buried under soil and turned into an ugly, cold concrete ground. She had been heartbroken and sad about it for a long time.
“Do you like ponds?”
Wen Yuan didn’t know when Huo Shengye had started watching her, but she suddenly realized he had stopped walking forward.
She felt a gaze on her and looked back, slightly puzzled, only to find that it was Huo Shengye, who was holding her, looking at her.
Wen Yuan didn’t lie. “Yes, I like them. When I was little, there was a pond just like this outside my family’s ancestral home.”
“But it’s gone now,” Wen Yuan said, her voice unconsciously tinged with grievance.
Pitiful and sad.
Huo Shengye’s breathing was slightly heavy, almost overwhelmed by the cuteness. Wen Yuan didn’t realize how adorable she was—this look was so captivating, making him want to kiss her lips swollen and then stamp marks all over her cheeks.
“It’s fine, I have them here. Yuan’er can come to see them often.”
Huo Shengye suppressed those beastly thoughts in his heart and said this.
These words sounded quite civilized.
Wen Yuan’s eyes brightened, her voice sweet, “Mm, okay, thank you, Mr. Huo.”
Mr. Huo…
Huo Shengye carried Wen Yuan forward a few steps, his lips slightly curling, then stopped again and looked at Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan: “…”
Huo Shengye: “I’ve been calling Yuan’er ‘Yuan’er.’ Should Yuan’er also change how she addresses me?”
Wen Yuan thought for a moment, then said, “Oh,” and immediately replied, “Then… Shengye? Sir?”
Huo Shengye didn’t speak, but his expression clearly said everything.
Wen Yuan smiled flatteringly, “Okay, then…”
She pondered for a moment, her face flushed, “Then just the word ‘Sir,’ okay? Remove the ‘Huo,’ just the two words alone, Sir.”
Sir.
Beloved.
Wen Yuan thought this way.
And thinking of this meaning behind the word “Sir,” Huo Shengye’s lips curved upward, “Mm, just call me that.”
This time, their thoughts aligned—Wen Yuan was shy, while Huo Shengye was in a good mood.
“Call me now?” Huo Shengye said.
Wen Yuan opened her mouth, “Mm… Sir, Sir.”
“You’re so obedient, Madam.” Huo Shengye called Wen Yuan this way.
Wen Yuan’s eyes widened slightly. Huo Shengye smiled at her and carried Wen Yuan into the house.
The elevator went directly to the master bedroom on the third floor of the main building of Serenity Manor.
Only then did Huo Shengye gently set Wen Yuan down on the floor.
“The clothes in the wardrobe are all new, washed once, specially prepared for Yuan’er.”
As soon as he set her down, Huo Shengye said this while pointing to a door nearby.
“The built-in dressing room is there.”
Wen Yuan opened her mouth in surprise, finally uttering an “Oh.”
Her footsteps quickly moved toward that direction. Opening the door, the dressing room was tidy and neat. Huo Shengye’s clothes were on the left side, all hung up, and on the right side, also hung up.
They were clothes for girls, and the size was indeed hers.
Wen Yuan glanced over, her gaze landing on a certain nightgown, her face slightly flushed.
A silk V-neck nightgown!
She usually didn’t wear that kind—it was too sexy.
Her pajamas were mostly cute styles. Occasionally wearing something a bit sexy for formal attire was acceptable, but for pajamas, she couldn’t.
Wen Yuan silently shifted her gaze, took down a cute-style nightgown, and found underwear. After bathing, she didn’t wear a bra.
But, wait…
This room…
Seemed to be the master bedroom?
Wen Yuan glanced at the clothes on the left side, nodded, then realized something and silently found a bra.
But, wait… why…
Why did Huo Shengye know her bra size??
Her mother probably wouldn’t tell Huo Shengye such things, right?
Moreover, they… this was only the… Wen Yuan thought back—she returned to the country on the second day, had a blind date, and got married with Huo Shengye that afternoon.
On the third day after returning, to thank Huo Shengye for transferring ten billion to the Wen family company’s account, she personally made cakes and pastries for Huo Shengye, had dinner with him that night, and stayed overnight at his villa in Yalin.
On the fourth day, she was almost entirely busy with interviews. At noon, her mother received a video call from her father, who mentioned the 60-40 partnership between the Huo Group and the Wen family, as well as Huo Shengye’s upcoming proposal to her family.
And today, her fifth day back in the country, she had an interview in the morning, and tonight, she would attend the banquet with him.
Yes, so today was the fourth day since she and Huo Shengye had registered their marriage!
So… it had only been four days.
“Pervert… pervert!”
It had only been four days. How did Huo Shengye know her underwear size?
As she thought of something, Wen Yuan’s ears and cheeks flushed pink, a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Had Huo Shengye been with many women? Was that how he could tell at a glance?
Thinking of this, Wen Yuan pursed her lips. The feeling of embarrassment faded, replaced by discomfort.
What a big pervert, a complete weirdo!!
Bad guy.
Bad guy!
Some readers have commented that it feels strange for Jiaojiao to call Huo Shengye “Mister”. Here, Chengzi explains:
This “mister” is another way to refer to one’s husband, leaning toward subtlety. It generally appears in written language as a term for “husband” or “husband” (lǎogōng).
However, wealthy ladies in high society often directly refer to their husbands this way, especially in public. They don’t call them “husband” directly but use “my husband”, which is more reserved and subtle.
So, this “teacher” is different from the everyday use of “Mr.” Zhang” or “Mr. Li,” dear readers.
Since Jiaojiao is too shy to call him “husband” for now, she uses this term, and Huo Shengye actually likes it very much.
Of course, he would prefer Jiaojiao to call him “husband”~ As their relationship grows closer later on, Jiaojiao will call him “husband” every day