The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

The irregularly shaped, pinkish-red shrimp paste tumbles in the boiling soup.

After replying to the message, Yu Lian looked up and lost all appetite. Under Pei Shaoyuan's expectant gaze, she commented, "Looks like a freshly removed hemorrhoid."

Pei Shaoyuan suspected that he had misheard.

Shrimp paste is like hemorrhoids. Then what is the person squeezing the shrimp paste? Their anus?

Receiving this kind of feedback for the first time cooking independently was very unpleasant. With a cold face, I grabbed some tissues and started wiping the countertop, moving kitchen utensils around and throwing them around.

Yu Lian, who complained about the noise, kicked him, and he finally quieted down.

He was wronged. Even if this dish was so easy to cook that it could be boiled in water, he was someone who had never even played with kitchen toys as a child. Yu Lian showed absolutely no sympathy or consideration, and only knew how to criticize him.

But he couldn't refute it.

His gaze fell on the shrimp balls of varying sizes. He was clearly very focused when he squeezed them, not even blinking, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't squeeze them into a round shape.

A moment of grief and indignation.

Yu Lian didn't say anything wrong; his hands weren't even as powerful as a sheep's buttocks, at least sheep droppings are round...

and many more.

Realizing his thoughts had been swayed, Pei Shaoyuan laughed angrily: "Do you think I'll give up cooking just because you've discouraged me? No way, I'll keep doing it. I'll personally cook the dishes for our wedding banquet."

As she spoke, she picked out a few that weren't too oddly shaped and put them in the bowl. She then held the spoon to Yu Lian's lips, and the pale white steam rose up, making Yu Lian's eyelashes damp.

His tone was strained: "At least try it. Only spit it out if you really can't swallow it."

Yu Lian didn't want to eat it, but when her eyes fell on the few red spots on his forearm that had been scalded by hot water when he was making shrimp balls, she reluctantly opened her mouth and took a bite.

It had no flavor, but it was very chewy. I chewed it a few times but it still didn't break down. It felt like this shrimp had been through a lot of exercise.

Pei Shaoyuan watched her expression intently, and only when he saw that she had swallowed instead of actually spitting it out did the breath that had been stuck in his chest finally ease.

There was a brief moment of relief.

Then Yu Lian said softly, "This is shrimp paste? It's neither smooth nor tender."

He stuffed the remaining half of the shrimp paste into his mouth, so hot that his tongue almost curled up, his expression contorted for a moment, and then he swallowed it in a daze.

Unwilling to admit it was truly awful, she threatened, "How about we try something else? I guarantee it'll be smooth and tender, and it'll fill you up. How about it?"

Yu Lian shut up.

It can be fed to the point of being unsatisfying.

The whole pot of shrimp paste ended up in the trash can. Pei Shaoyuan ordered takeout again, while Yu Lian sat opposite him, eating and listening to an audiobook on Douyin.

The mechanical female voice was playing at double speed, making it incredibly noisy. You had to look at the subtitles to understand what she was saying, so Yu Lian kept her head down and didn't give him a single glance.

Pei Shaoyuan was annoyed at being ignored, but also curious about her orientation, so he patiently listened to a few bits of the plot.

What? My husband and I were deeply in love our whole lives. Before he died, he held my hand and said that if there were an afterlife, he wouldn't choose me again… I woke up and found myself back in… He had accepted someone else's confession…

At first, he scoffed, but the more he listened, the more immersed he became, and the more he felt a connection to the character. He connected with the wronged female protagonist.

My heart is breaking.

I feel like Yu Lian would do something like the male lead.

He doesn't even need to wait for the next life; in this one, he's being chased and beaten by her mistress. What's this? His fate is more tragic than any tragic novel. Hearing about them living happily ever after makes me think it's a wish-fulfillment story.

On the phone, the plot has reached the point where the female lead is with a new man, and the male lead is filled with remorse, crying and begging for forgiveness, only to be ruthlessly rejected by the female lead…

Pei Shaoyuan couldn't empathize with the character.

What a joke.

What kind of revenge is it to be with someone else? It's bad enough not being able to be with the person you like, but having to settle for someone you don't like—who ends up suffering the most?

Who wrote this novel? They should be thrown in jail. How dare he spread such negative ideas to his wife? What if Yu Lian thinks he can find someone else and really dumps him?

Yu Lian looked up and caught the moment his expression twisted. She paused, chewing for a moment, and kindly reminded him, "If you need to pee, go to the toilet."

Pei Shaoyuan threw his untouched chopsticks on the table, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and said in a cold tone, "I've thought it over. No matter what you do, we're not breaking up. The problem between us lies with him, and I'll make him change."

Yu Lian was baffled: "What did he change?"

Pei Shaoyuan: "Lifespan."

Yu Lian: ...

Just assume that the spot where he was hit is starting to hurt again, and he's just venting his frustration.

To be fair, a scoundrel like Jiang Shaoheng, who is equally capable of fighting, cursing, yielding, and standing firm, and who possesses high energy and destructive power, would never have died young.

He will live longer as long as there is one person in the world he dislikes who is still alive, so that he can achieve the feat of flushing the ashes of all his enemies down the toilet.

Seeing her strange expression, Pei Shaoyuan suspected that she felt sorry for that man. Under his gaze, Yu Lian could only lower her head and take a sip of water, trying to hide her unease.

"casual."

She had no interest in getting involved when her husband and boyfriend got into a fight.

Whether two idiot men will actually compete for her affections is a question. There are endless men in the world, and it's not like she'll love another one just because one dies. On the contrary, if one dies, she'll have one less.

This is simply harming her interests.

She didn't plead for her lover, and Pei Shaoyuan smiled happily as he walked over and picked her up in his arms.

She felt light in his arms, with a slender waist, and her stomach, which had just been filled with food, was noticeably bulging. He held her firmly, deliberately tightening his grip on her knees to bring Yu Lian as close to him as possible.

Her warmth spread, and every cell felt refreshed, as if it had been parched for a long time.

"Are you full? Do you want to recall what I told you before... Hold on tight, or your butt will split in two if you fall."

"What did you say? Smooth and tender, or that Korean phrase." He had said so many lewd things that Yu Lian didn't know which phrase he was referring to.

My footsteps stopped in the bathroom.

He chuckled, deliberately loosening his grip, causing the person in his arms to slip slightly. Just as Yu Lian felt she was about to fall and frantically tried to grab his clothes, he tightened his arms even more. They were pressed tightly together, their heartbeats resonating.

"Oh, that one? I'll help you wash it, and see if you really take that long to shower."

Thank you for the gift!

[My writing is really bad today, so I'll just post one chapter for now... I'm at my wit's end...]