A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

After careful consideration, Meng Zhixue silently set a goal for herself in this life.

I must "start over" with Feng Tingyun in this lifetime. How to start over? I'll start by improving his service awareness and skills.

For example, asking him to help her take a bath today is her way of trying to teach him.

Let him know that intimacy isn't just about storms and passion; it can also be gentle, tender, and make him feel valued.

"Feng Tingyun," she suddenly said.

The man who was wiping her arm paused, looked up at her.

His eyes were dark, like deep pools, unfathomable, reflecting the warm bathroom light and her wet face.

"How is it?" His voice was always deep, and now, because it had just ended, it still had a slightly sexy husky quality.

Meng Zhixue shrank her neck, feeling as if her earlobe had been pinched.

Realizing what she had said, she coughed lightly, organized her thoughts, and said, "Could you take better care of me in the future? Like today, when I was too weak to move, could you give me a nice, fragrant bath?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Feng Tingyun's eyes, but his voice remained firm: "No problem!"

It's like taking an oath.

Meng Zhixue looked at him with surprise and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

"Really." Feng Tingyun nodded, then added, "Originally... it was me who made you work so hard."

Meng Zhixue smiled, pursing her lips: "Yes, you're right, so you have to take responsibility!"

She spoke with conviction, but this time, Feng Tingyun didn't find anything wrong with her; instead, she chuckled softly.

Meng Zhixue looked at him and met his smiling eyes, clearly seeing the doting look in them.

For a moment, she froze.

She couldn't help but ask herself a question: Why didn't she realize Feng Tingyun's feelings for her in her first life?

If she hadn't been so afraid of him in her first life, and had looked into his eyes more often, wouldn't she have discovered the love he hid in his heart much earlier?

Although this man is a bit old-fashioned, he is kind and gentle at heart, straightforward, and never stingy with his words.

If she asked him...

"Feng Tingyun, do you love me?" Meng Zhixue suddenly asked directly.

Feng Tingyun was taken aback, looking at her with surprise, but as she expected, he nodded directly: "Love!"

Meng Zhixue smiled again: "Since you love me, could you perhaps improve your skills a little for me?"

Caught off guard, Feng Tingyun asked, "...What?"

Meng Zhixue gave a coquettish hum and said softly, "We're a couple, it's normal for men and women to be intimate. Besides your happiness, my feelings are also important, right?"

"Look, you're tall, and there too..."

"So you need to kiss me more, let me get aroused before..."

"..."

Blah blah blah, Meng Zhixue's little mouth kept moving as she talked a lot.

The more Feng Tingyun listened, the more dazed he became, and the more disorienting he felt, as if his preconceived notions were being overturned.

But all his surprise and confusion were cured by Meng Zhixue's concluding remark.

"So..." Meng Zhixue said softly, "To make us both happy, if you improve your skills in the future, I'll love you even more, okay?"

Feng Tingyun replied decisively, "Fine!"

Meng Zhixue smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as a reward.

She had misunderstood the situation and took a wrong turn.

For a man who likes and loves her, there's no need for roundabout guidance; he can simply tell her what he needs directly.

If he truly loves her, he will surely transform into the shape she desires.

If he doesn't change, then there's no point in trying to reform him...

Compared to the time and effort required to change a person, it's faster and easier to find someone worthy of your affection.

……

When Meng Zhixue woke up, it was already dawn.

Morning light was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, bright streaks of light on the light brown wooden floor.

She rolled over, her arm instinctively reaching to the side: "Feng..."

My fingertips touched the empty sheets, and a chill ran up my fingertips. Clearly, the person was gone.

The bed sheets and blankets still faintly carried the man's unique, powerful, and deep scent, but the spot next to her bed was empty.

Feng Tingyun said last night that he would leave at five o'clock, so he should have set off before dawn.

It was really tough.

However, the task of protecting the country was entrusted to him.

"Hmm..." Meng Zhixue yawned carelessly, covering her mouth, and stretched lazily.

It feels so good to be young again!

She propped herself up on her arms and sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders to reveal a few faint red marks above her collarbone.

She felt refreshed; the sweat and stickiness from last night had been thoroughly washed away, and she had changed into a new set of loose, soft pajamas.

She fell asleep while taking a shower last night and doesn't know anything after that.

She didn't know whether Feng Tingyun changed her clothes after carrying her back to bed or after he got up in the morning, but in any case, she behaved well.

There was a glass of warm water and a sticky note on the bedside table.

She reached out and took a look.

The man's handwriting was just as she remembered: sharp yet restrained, with clean and crisp strokes, reflecting his personality.

I will be good to you.

The five words were concise and to the point, without even a signature.

But Meng Zhixue looked at it again and again, the corners of her mouth curving higher and higher, and finally she couldn't help but stick the note to her heart and burst out laughing.

She never expected that, in order to change Feng Tingyun, she would first have to change herself.

In their first life, Feng Tingyun would pester her constantly every time he returned home.

Sometimes she finds it hard to cope and silently prays that he will end his vacation soon and go back to work so that she can have time to rest and recuperate.

But in this life, he went to work, and when she woke up in the morning and saw the note he left on her bedside table, she actually started missing him.

Meng Zhixue put the sticky note into the bedside table drawer, got out of bed to wash up, and prepared to find something to eat.

The aunt heated up breakfast in the kitchen, so she didn't have to do it herself.

After breakfast, she pushed open the courtyard gate and went out.

This is a standard old Beijing courtyard house, facing south, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and an old locust tree and two pomegranate trees planted in the courtyard.

It was May, and the pomegranate flowers were in full bloom, their orange-red blossoms adorning the emerald green branches and leaves like clusters of tiny flames.

Several clumps of roses at the base of the wall are in full bloom, while the forsythia on the top of the wall has passed its peak season, but a few tender yellow blossoms still hang on the drooping branches, which are quite beautiful.

Meng Zhixue stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath.

The morning breeze carried the dampness of the earth and the sweet fragrance of flowers, along with the faint sounds of the marketplace in the distance—all of which felt both familiar and strange to her.

The only regret is that, having been reborn at this point in time, Grandma Feng's tragedy had already occurred, and she was powerless to stop it.

Thinking of this, she felt even more pity for Feng Tingyun.