His physiological preference

After lunch, Mu Cheng asked, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

Qin Yuzheng glanced at Yang Zhiyan, who was taking pictures and chatting with Qin Yuyan and Jiang Siya by the window.

She looked very happy, her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Go home," Qin Yuzheng said.

These two words were spoken so naturally, as if it were something that didn't need to be discussed.

His original intention was to let Yang Zhiyan go back and take a nap. She had gotten up early today and spent most of the day with him at the Yang family home, so she needed to rest.

She'll be able to eat meat all she wants tonight after she's rested.

But Mu Cheng clearly didn't think so.

"You old fogey," Mu Cheng shook his head.

"Nonsense, boring. It's only because your sister-in-law is naive and easily fooled that you were able to win her over so easily."

Yang Zhiyan was talking to Qin Yuyan and Jiang Siya when he spoke, so she didn't hear him.

Qin Yushang and Mu Chenli nodded at the same time, almost simultaneously.

Mu Chenli was particularly resentful that this serious, rigid, and lifeless man was the first to win over his wife.

He's younger and richer than Qin Yuzheng. To this day, he hasn't even held Jiang Siya's hand.

Qin Yuzheng, this retired cadre, actually got married in less than six months. Where is justice?

Mu Cheng continued, "You have to take her out to play, let her experience life, and show her the wonders of the world. Only then will she find you interesting, and only then can you grow old together. It's so boring to act like an old married couple the day after you proposed."

His tone carried the certainty of someone with experience.

"Don't forget, your wife is still very young. Are you sure she likes your old-fashioned lifestyle?"

Qin Yuzheng's fingers paused on the teacup for a moment.

The life of a retired cadre. He mentally rehearsed his usual routine: reading documents at home, occasionally cooking, going to the gym on weekends, going to bed early and waking up early, not watching variety shows, not binge-watching dramas, and not playing games.

He used to think this was good—regular, self-disciplined, and not wasting time.

But Yang Zhiyan is different from him. She laughs out loud when watching variety shows, scrolls through short videos and says "So cool", and pulls Jiang Siya to discuss new lipsticks.

She is indeed young, ten years younger than him, only twenty-five. He thinks life is good, but will the baby find it too boring?

"Any fun places to visit would you recommend?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Mu Cheng's expression carried the relief of an old cadre finally getting it, and the smugness of a plan succeeding.

He leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"I recently invested in an indoor ski resort. You can take your sister-in-law there. It'll also help me boost my sales figures."

Qin Yuzheng looked at him: "So, you've extended your business dealings to me?"

Mu Cheng put down his teacup, leaned forward, and lowered his voice:

"You can't say that. Think about it, a sweet girl like your sister-in-law definitely doesn't know how to ski. So you'll have to teach her. How? Put your arm around her waist and give her a hug. Your relationship will heat up quickly, and you can also show off your boyfriend skills."

He gestured as if he were putting his arm around her waist, saying, "It's a win-win situation."

Qin Yuzheng did not answer immediately.

He pictured her in his mind: she standing on a snowboard, him supporting her waist from behind, her body leaning against him, her hair brushing against his chin.

Seeing the change in Qin Yuzheng's expression, Mu Cheng smiled slightly, secretly planning to recommend him to teach his sister-in-law to swim at the swimming pool next time. Qin Yuzheng would definitely be more willing to do that.

Qin Yuzheng turned to look at Yang Zhiyan: "Baby, do you want to go skiing this afternoon?"

Yang Zhiyan was talking to Qin Yuyan when she heard him call her, so she turned around.

"Skiing?" Her eyes lit up.

"Really? I've never skated before. The videos online look so cool and stylish."

Her tone carried the anticipation of a child visiting an amusement park for the first time.

Looking at her expression, Qin Yuzheng said, "Then let's go."

He stood up. "Mu Cheng, lead the way."

So the group of people went to the indoor ski resort.

The venue was large, with a thick layer of artificial snow, and the lights were a cool white, shining on the snow with a faint glow.

The changing room was very warm, and Yang Zhiyan walked a little awkwardly when she came out after changing into her snowsuit and snow boots.

Qin Yuzheng had already changed; his black snowsuit made his broad shoulders and narrow waist appear even more striking. He stood in the corridor waiting for her.

He reached out his hand to her, and she walked over and placed her hand in his palm.

The ski resort is large, with gentle, medium, and steep slopes. Beginners ski slowly on the gentle slopes, while experienced skiers speed down from the top.

Yang Zhiyan stood at the edge of the gentle slope and looked down. The snow under her feet was dazzlingly white.

"I'm afraid of falling." Qin Yuzheng squatted down and secured her skis. "I'll teach you, you won't fall."

He stood up and stood behind her.

One hand supported her waist, while the other grasped her hand that was holding the ski pole.

"Lower your center of gravity, bend your knees slightly, lean your body forward, and don't lean back."

She followed his instructions to adjust her posture, but her balance was really poor. Just as she was getting the hang of it, she twisted her ankle.

She leaned back, Qin Yuzheng's hand tightened around her waist, her back pressed against his chest, her waist and abdomen were encircled by his arms, his body pressed against her like a wall.

His palm rested on her side, and his breath brushed against her ear, carrying the coolness of the ski resort.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you, take it slowly."

His voice had a bewitching, magical quality.

He led her as they slowly glided down the gentle slope.

His arm remained around her waist, neither too tight nor too loose, just enough for her to maintain her balance without making her feel restricted.

Every time she was about to lose her balance, he would tighten his grip and pull her back to the right position.

Her heart was pounding, not from fear, but because he was right behind her, his chin resting on her head, his breath brushing against her forehead.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and his heartbeat came from there, steady and strong, like an unyielding wall.

"When did you learn it?" she asked.

"Probably six or seven years old."

"Is there anything you can't do?"

He thought for a moment. "I won't let you fall."

Qin Yuzheng's voice rang in Yang Zhiyan's ears.

Her face turned red, but thankfully it was cold at the ski resort so it wasn't noticeable.

She slid for more than ten meters before her foot slipped again.

He caught her from behind, then moved from behind her to in front of her, her skis wedged between his feet, her body crashing into his chest, her chin hitting his collarbone.

She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears—from the impact, not from crying.

"Does it hurt?" He looked down at her, and she shook her head.

"You're getting better and better at skating," he said.

Then Qin Yuzheng demonstrated again, and he skated very coolly.

Yang Zhiyan looked at him, the light from the ski resort reflecting in his pupils, "You're amazing."

Her tone was sincere, carrying an adoration she herself was unaware of.

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

It was already evening when the group finished skiing.

Yang Zhiyan changed her clothes in the dressing room and came out, where Qin Yuzheng was waiting at the front desk.

As she walked over, she saw the waiter handing her the bill.

She glanced at it, then froze on the spot—over 300,000.

She was living the life of a wealthy person, indulging in lavish spending.

Qin Yuzheng took the bill from the waiter, glanced at it, and then put it down.

"Why would I give it to you? I'm just a civil servant, I don't have that much money."

The waiter's smile froze. He looked at Qin Yuzheng, then at Mu Cheng standing beside him, his expression turning ugly.

Mu Cheng was the boss. He had instructed the waiter beforehand that he had brought a friend over today and that when he paid the bill, he should give the bill to the handsome guy with an extraordinary demeanor so that he could impress his fiancée.

Now that "handsome guy with extraordinary temperament" says he's a civil servant and has no money.