Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

"Haha, old man, you lost."

Lu Luozhi burst into cheers.

Grandpa Ying lost, losing five games in a row, leaving him speechless with frustration.

"Come on, come on, I refuse to believe I can't beat you, you little brat."

He rearranged the pieces, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat and insisting on starting over.

He really didn't believe it. She was just a little girl, yet she could not only write so well but also play such a good game of chess.

Is this never going to end?

When Madam Ying heard that they wanted to continue, she became even more displeased, and her expression turned unusually unpleasant.

"Ahem!"

Unable to bear it any longer, she coughed lightly twice to express her dissatisfaction and warn the old man to stop.

This woman is their common "enemy," so what's the point of him chatting and laughing with her now?

According to Old Ye, it started when the old man was writing calligraphy in the pavilion that morning, and he also said that the old man admired the woman's calligraphy.

Are you kidding me? The old man was bribed by this woman for something so trivial?

Doesn't he remember what they said in the room last night?

They need to unite against outsiders, and ideally force this woman to divorce Yuchuan so that he can marry a wealthy young lady they like who is a good match for the Ying family.

"Dad, Yuchuan is back. It's time to eat."

Ying Huayu also spoke up to remind him.

They've been back for a while now, but his dad seems to treat them like they're invisible, only focused on this guy surnamed Lu playing chess.

They chatted back and forth, and only then did Old Master Ying suppress his smile. When he saw his wife glaring at him with displeasure, he gave an awkward laugh.

"Yuchuan is back too."

He took it as a way of smoothing things over.

Under the glare of Madam Ying, he sheepishly put the chess pieces back into the box.

Upon hearing Ying Yuchuan's name, Lu Luozhi smiled sweetly and turned to look at the entrance to the living room.

Ying Yuchuan stood there, looking puzzled and confused.

"You're back?"

She smiled and asked him in a cheerful voice, "Did you just get back? I was playing chess with the old man and didn't notice you were back."

After saying that, she picked up the cane beside her, leaned on it under her arm, and limped toward him. "Let me tell you, I beat the old man five games, five games, you know."

She held up five fingers at him, her bright, round face beaming with an indescribable sense of pride.

Ying Yuchuan didn't care how many games she won; he only cared about one thing at the moment.

He took her hand and carefully examined the wounds on it.

The next second, he frowned with dissatisfaction.

"Why is it bleeding again?"

Especially on the back of my right hand, the wound that was about to scab over started to bleed again.

His tone was slightly somber and unpleasant. "Didn't I tell you not to move around?"

"I'm fine."

Looking at the others, who were all staring at the two of them, Lu Luozhi felt a little embarrassed and pulled her right hand back from his grasp.

"Just apply some medicine later."

I must have gotten a little excited while playing chess and lost my grip, causing the wound to bleed again.

Ying Yuchuan wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Old Madam Ying.

She couldn't stand seeing the two of them like this.

"Let's eat. Stop dawdling here, the food's getting cold."

She stood up, gave Old Master Ying a look, and then walked towards the dining room with a displeased expression.

Hmph, you'll see what happens when we get back to the room.

Knowing his wife was angry, Old Master Ying followed her around trying to appease her.

"Oh, it's just a few games of chess, why are you giving me that look?"

"Is it about playing a few games of chess? You never seem to know what you're thinking about all day..."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

Ying Huayu and his wife exchanged a glance, and Sheng Shuang smiled and called out to Ying Yuchuan and the others before following them.

"Old Ye, where's Sang Rou? Tell her to come over for dinner, don't just focus on her homework."

Ying Huayu followed along while asking questions.

Honestly, I'm also quite curious about what suddenly happened to his dad.

Didn't he like people with the surname Lu? Why is he playing chess with them so amiably and with a smile?

Ying Yuchuan saw the family's reaction, lowered his eyes, and helped Lu Luozhi up.

"I'll help you across."

As he walked, he instructed in a tone that left no room for negotiation, "Go back to your room and lie down after dinner. Don't get out of bed or move. With you being so restless every day, when will your wound ever heal?"

Lu Luozhi looked somewhat helpless.

It's just some wounds; there's no need to treat her like a criminal.

"I'm really fine. This wound will heal in a couple of days. It's not a serious injury..."

She occasionally hurts herself while setting up her stall, so she's used to it and doesn't think it's anything to be alarmed about.

"I insist!"

Ying Yuchuan's tone was firm.

"I am your husband, and it is my responsibility to take care of you."

Is it just a matter of responsibility?

Lu Luozhi glanced at him thoughtfully.

He responded with a questioning look that seemed to say, "You still want to run wild everywhere?"

It seems she's discovered it again.

Besides being serious, rigid, and having a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, he is also surprisingly persistent.

No wonder he's the CEO of the group.

Every word he spoke and every glance he made was incredibly intimidating.

Enough, enough.

Let me be a tortoise for a few days.

Aside from the blond-haired guy, no one had paid this much attention to her in a long time.

Back in the village, she was the only one supporting her family. No matter how much pain she endured, she would just force herself to bear it or laugh it off and say she was fine.

Only he, upon returning home, did nothing but check her wounds.

This feeling is quite strange.

It seems he has taken me to heart.

No, no.

I don't take it to heart.

Lu Luozhi mentally dismissed this idea.

This is simply his responsibility as a husband, nothing more.

Just like the pair of pants she gave him, he left them there, never touching them or even looking at them.

His dislike was quite obvious.

These past two days, Lu Luozhi has been paying special attention to whether the pair of pants she bought for him, which he kept in the walk-in closet, has been touched.

But the truth was that he had no intention of making a move at all.

It remained exactly as it was that day, and he hadn't even opened it to look at it in the past few days.

Ugh.

It's just the husband's responsibility.

What's she so upset about? Seriously.

Lu Luozhi cursed herself inwardly for being nosy and thinking such nonsense.

Ying Yuchuan helped her to the dining room.

She remained silent in rebuttal, which puzzled him.

Did he say something wrong?

Given her personality, she doesn't seem like the type to be so obedient.

During the meal, Ying Yuchuan did something that completely overturned his family's expectations.

He actually peeled several large shrimp for her himself!

The elderly couple were dumbfounded.

Ying Huayu and his wife were even more confused.

What's wrong with their son?

Lu Luozhi stared at him in surprise.

His expression was calm, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

"Eat."

He put the last prawn into her bowl, took off his disposable gloves, and wiped his hands with a wet wipe.

At this moment, Lu Luozhi's bowl not only contained many large shrimp that he had peeled—they were really large shrimp, almost as long as the palm of her hand—but also some meat and vegetables that he had given her.

"Why are you looking at me? Your food is in your bowl, not on my face."

He looked straight ahead and spoke in a calm, indifferent tone.

"...Oh, oh oh."

Lu Luozhi then withdrew her utterly shocked gaze.

What's wrong with him?

She picked up a shrimp, brought it to her mouth, and took a bite.

The prawns were sweet, bouncy, and fresh, and she secretly smiled.

As she ate, she found a reasonable explanation for his behavior.

Ok.

As he said, this is his responsibility as a husband.