When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

The entrance to Huamei Western Restaurant.

The manager who used to be so arrogant now wanted to bury his head in his pants.

His face crinkled into a wide smile as he held the exquisite wooden box in both hands.

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Katyusha, this box of Caspian black caviar is a small token of our appreciation. We hope you won't find it offensive."

He casually handed over a gold-embossed business card, bowing even more gracefully: "Welcome to visit us again!"

Chen Yang didn't waste any words, reached out and took the box and business card, and casually put them in his pocket.

This feeling of being treated with arrogance at first and then obsequious is, to say the least—

Really fragrant.

The diners around them craned their necks, their eyes filled with sour jealousy.

Those who were waiting to see the joke were now speechless.

Chen Yang took Katyusha's hand and strode out of the restaurant under the complex gazes of everyone present.

As soon as I stepped outside, a biting cold wind hit me, instantly dispelling the warmth inside.

Chen Yang tightened his grip on the girl's hand and glanced at her sideways.

Katyusha was toying with the business card in her hand, her blue eyes, like Lake Baikal, showing little emotion, as if what had just happened was commonplace for her.

This little girl is really something else.

Back at the Madier Hotel.

As soon as he entered the presidential suite, Chen Yang called the butler.

"Get some pine wood and light the fireplace."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I'll arrange it right away."

This is the efficiency of money. In less than five minutes, the flames in the fireplace were leaping up.

Orange flames danced in the room, the dry pine wood crackled and popped as it burned, and a pleasant woody aroma filled the air.

The entire suite was as warm as spring, completely shutting out the icy, snowy world outside the window.

Katyusha went into the bathroom and took a shower.

When she came out, Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.

Wearing a silk robe, she didn't act as boisterous as usual, nor did she pounce on me like an octopus.

The art style is off.

She poured herself a glass of kvass (only she would do something like that), and then, barefoot, like an elegant cat, silently walked to the huge French windows.

Outside the window, the dazzling night view of Harbin unfolds, with the neon lights of the Ice and Snow World in the distance painting the sky in vibrant colors.

She was admiring the scenery, the firelight illuminating her profile.

In that instant, Chen Yang actually saw something called "loneliness" in this violent girl who did nothing but eat and fight.

At that moment, she was as fragile as a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Chen Yang stopped playing with his phone.

He didn't say anything, and quietly walked up behind her.

The air around me was filled with the fresh scent of her freshly showered body, mixed with the sweet aroma of fermented kvass bread—it was almost intoxicating.

Chen Yang reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

The body in her arms stiffened noticeably, like a startled little rabbit.

But the next second, her tense muscles slowly relaxed, and she leaned back limply, putting all her weight on Chen Yang.

"Папа…"

A very soft murmur, with a strong nasal tone.

If Chen Yang hadn't just gotten the "Fluent in Russian" certification, he wouldn't have been able to hear what that sound was at all.

dad?

Chen Yang's heart tightened.

I see, he's homesick.

The home that made her choose to run away from her arranged marriage.

Chen Yang suddenly realized that he actually knew nothing about the girl in his arms.

Aside from knowing that she could eat well, fight, and make money off him, he knew absolutely nothing about her past.

Why did she get on the bus all alone? What exactly was that document that terrified the border guards?

What had she gone through to make her only son run away with her to this foreign land?

At this moment, Chen Yang completely forgot about the system, rebates, and getting rich quick.

Right now, he simply wants to protect this nineteen-year-old girl.

Chen Yang tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, and spoke in the purest Russian with an unprecedentedly gentle tone:

"From now on, wherever I am, that will be home."

These words weren't meant to win favor; they were simply a genuine expression of Chen Yang's feelings at that moment.

No matter if you're a princess in distress or a runaway heiress, once you've gotten on my bus and eaten my flesh, you're mine.

Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up.

Katyusha in his arms didn't speak, but buried her face even lower.

Chen Yang could clearly feel that a patch of his bathrobe was wet and warm.

The fire in the fireplace burned even brighter, and the room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

Chen Yang was preparing to enjoy this rare moment of tenderness, and even conceived a ten-thousand-word script in his mind on how to comfort her.

suddenly!

The little crybaby in his arms suddenly broke free from his embrace.

Katyusha turned around and smeared her face haphazardly with the back of her hand.

Her eyes were red, and her nose was red too, like a wronged rabbit.

But the rabbit's eyes changed instantly.

The mist from before vanished, replaced by a... inexplicable fighting spirit.

She stretched out her fair, delicate finger and pointed directly at the most dazzling and tallest ice crystal building in the distance outside the window, shouting in broken but resolute Chinese:

"Chen! Tomorrow! Where are we going!"

Chen Yang was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events: "Huh? Where to?"

Katyusha stood on tiptoe, her posture fierce, like a female general about to go to war:

"Go conquer that place, I want to be queen!"

puff--

Chen Yang almost burst out laughing.

One second she's feeling emo and missing her dad, the next she's going to be a queen?

Isn't this emotional shift a bit too fast? Is that reaction arc made of fiber optics?

but……

Seeing her self-righteous and arrogant demeanor, as if the person who had just shed tears was not her at all, Chen Yang felt relieved.

This is the heartless "money-devouring beast" we know.

If she keeps crying and whining, he really doesn't know what to do.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Chen Yang reached out and gently stroked the bridge of her pert nose, his eyes filled with such doting affection:

"We'll go tomorrow; it's time for our queen to retire for the night."

He'd do anything to make his wife happy.

Katyusha sniffed, nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the menu on the table, her stomach growling loudly in a very unwelcoming way.

"Chen, is it safe to eat those dark-colored fish balls?"

Chen Yang: "..."

Well, that melancholy goddess is indeed a limited-time trial card.

The true soul of dry rice is back.