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

Looking down at Meng Zhixue, a hint of surprise flashed across Feng Tingyun's dark eyes, as if he hadn't realized what she was saying.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but no sound came out.

Meng Zhixue understood immediately.

She reached out and poked his chin: "See, you're right, aren't you?"

"You clearly like children, you clearly want them, but you've been keeping it to yourself because you're afraid of putting me in a difficult position."

Feng Tingyun grasped the hand that was poking his chin, drawing her fingers into his palm, and said in a low voice, "I was afraid you weren't ready yet."

"So, am I ready now?" Meng Zhixue asked with a smile.

Feng Tingyun looked at her, his gaze deep and intense, the emotions surging in his eyes ignited almost instantly by her words.

His expression remained steady, but the grip on her hand unconsciously tightened.

Meng Zhixue's heart melted completely.

I also want to laugh.

She leaned closer to him, resting her chin on his chest, her voice muffled but tinged with laughter: "To be honest, I think it's fine to let things take their natural course."

"Look how cute Sweetie is! If we had one too, everyone would love her."

She looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "Um... how about we skip the umbrella tonight?"

"Without that... um... it seems to feel much more comfortable..."

She became a little embarrassed as she spoke.

But she had to admit that once she said it, she herself was somewhat expectant.

Feng Tingyun stared intently at her, his dark eyes shimmering with light.

Meng Zhixue felt a little uneasy under his gaze and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "W-what's wrong? Don't you really want the little one...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Tingyun leaned down and pressed down on him.

His kiss came quickly and deeply, his hand cupping the back of her head as he pulled her onto the sofa.

Meng Zhixue sank back into the soft cushion, enveloped by his breath, her breathing slowing down.

The tall, strong man placed one hand on her ear, while the other hand slowly moved down her waistline, his palm burning hot, pressing against her skin through a thin layer of cotton and linen fabric.

Although he was so agitated, he still gave her a chance to back out.

He stood up and stepped back a little, his broad, full forehead resting against hers. His dark eyes looked intently at her as he asked seriously, "Baby, are you serious?"

Meng Zhixue was breathless from his kiss, but her almond-shaped eyes were full of smiles: "More real than real gold."

Feng Tingyun: "But..."

Meng Zhixue feigned displeasure and snorted, "But if you ask again, I can't guarantee anything."

Feng Tingyun looked at her and suddenly smiled.

This smile was different from his usual one; it was a heartfelt ecstasy that softened his hard features, giving him a completely different look.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, then the corner of her mouth, and finally buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, letting out a muffled laugh.

This was truly a rare occurrence for the dull and rigid Commander Feng.

"Then tonight," he mumbled, "I'll do my best."

Meng Zhixue felt ticklish from his tickling and wanted to laugh.

She raised her hand and patted the back of his head, her palm touching his short, stiff stubble: "Commander Feng, I'm sick of hearing that. But every time you're careful at the beginning, you forget to control yourself later?"

Feng Tingyun's ears turned red.

But he looked up at her seriously and said, "I promise this time."

Meng Zhixue: "...Alright, I'll trust you this once."

The twilight outside the window had completely fallen, and only a floor lamp was lit in the living room.

As Feng Tingyun leaned down and kissed her, a gentle evening breeze blew into the room, bringing with it the fragrance of blooming flowers from the courtyard.

The sofa was soft, his hands were steady, and her heartbeat matched his, like two fish swimming into the same warm water.

Meng Zhixue closed her eyes, said "I love you" in her heart, and reached out to hug the man who belonged to her.

And, her own happiness.

[The End]

[That concludes the article, everyone.]

There's so much I want to say, but I've decided not to say too much.

[This book, from its inception to now, has truly benefited from the support of each and every one of you, especially those who have followed it to the end. Thank you so much! I wish you all happiness, health, success, and all the best.]

I'll be fine too!

See you in the next book!

Love you all! I love you so much!

[Sprinkle with confetti!]