Chapter 69... These chapters are all about delicious food, hurry up...

Faced with his wife's pleading, which was a mix of coquetry and warning, Fu Ci nodded happily and gave a heavy "hmm".

He liked the feeling of being warned by her, or to be more precise, he actually liked her domineering attitude in front of him.

If possible, I would even prefer her to be completely unreasonable.

That way she'll discover just how boundless his tolerance for her is.

After agreeing, Fu Ci even joked in a cheerful mood, "You feel a little embarrassed too, don't you?"

These words naturally angered his wife.

She said fiercely, "Who embarrassed me? I'm warning you, don't mention this again. Let's pretend this morning's conversation never happened."

Tang Mingli belatedly realized that she was secretly relieved, thankful that she had been blinded by lust last night and hadn't blurted out a bunch of nonsense when she was feeling the most deeply.

Fortunately, Fu Ci knew when to stop. He understood that if some jokes went too far, not only would they upset his wife, but he would also be the one to suffer the consequences.

He quickly listened and stopped mentioning it, instead asking her if there was anything she wanted to do that day.

He meant, for example, whether you wanted to go out for a walk or stroll.

But for Tang Mingli, unless it's something necessary to do, like going out to deliver gifts on the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday, she wouldn't even think about going out.

As for what to do each day, that's all random.

So it's best not to ask, because she herself doesn't know what she'll do next.

However, considering the excessive physical labor she did last night, she figured she would probably take a nap after lunch.

Don't you want to go out for a walk?

Tang Mingli shook her head.

If she could, she would like to be a homebody for the rest of her life.

"Then let's rest at home." Fu Ci smiled, thinking that since he rarely had a day off, he wanted to accompany her out for a stroll.

During his business trip, he and his business partner talked mostly about their wives.

When the other person recounted many happy memories of going out to play during their holidays when they were still working in state-owned factories, he couldn't help but reflect on his own experiences.

He spends far too little time with his wife.

However, while reflecting on this, he also had a misconception that his wife didn't seem to need his company much.

This illusion is especially strong at this moment.

However, when Tang Mingli finished her lunch break and saw him idly clinging to her in the study like an octopus, Fu Ci felt that his illusion at noon must have been just that—an illusion.

His wife is so clingy to him, how could he not need her?

He enjoys being needed and is willing to respond to being needed.

Actually, Tang Mingli wasn't thinking that much. She was just well-rested, full of energy, and playfully teasing her handsome husband.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; it's not just men who feel this way.

A husband who works hard to earn money is finally able to rest at home; what wife wouldn't be happy?

However, she lost her temper and forgot how hot-blooded her husband was, and things got out of hand. By the time she realized what had happened, it was too late.

The moment she was picked up, Tang Mingli gasped and whispered, "In broad daylight, what are you trying to do?"

Fu Ci smiled, but did not answer. He simply bit her beautiful earlobe lightly.

The refreshing, itchy sensation instantly spread throughout Tang Mingli's body, making her laugh uncontrollably.

She kicked her legs and whispered, "Fu Ci, you've changed. You're not the same Fu Ci you were when we first got married."

Fu Ci's gaze was deep as he admitted, "I have indeed changed, changed because of you..."

That's true; Tang Mingli had no way to protest her innocence.

Thinking back to their wedding night, Fu Ci blushed bright red before she could even do anything with him, who had just changed into his pajamas.

This reaction is normal. Don't be fooled by his calm demeanor, as if he would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. The two of them had only met a few times and could be considered strangers, yet they were about to lie in the same bed. How could he not feel the slightest bit shy?

Tang Mingli felt that if she hadn't accidentally seen his abs that night and been captivated by his handsome appearance after a bath, their wedding night might have been a very innocent one.

Given his personality, he would likely spend more time with the two of them before taking any further intimate actions, once they are more familiar with each other.

But that very night, she made a move on this handsome man.

You really can't blame her.

The handsome man before her was her husband; he was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—truly captivating.

In her past life, she experienced the stirrings of first love when she was around ten years old. However, early romance was forbidden at that age, so all her feelings remained just that—feelings—and none of them blossomed into anything real.

After entering the workforce, the high-intensity work left her exhausted, and her body could no longer secrete hormones that would arouse lustful thoughts towards the opposite sex.

Of course, it's also possible that most men reveal their true nature after leaving school and entering society, thus demystifying them.

Having lived two lives, should one still follow the rules and regulations?

They're following the rules; they've already gotten their marriage certificate.

Realizing that she was legally enjoying herself, Tang Mingli closed her eyes and reached out to the man with trembling hands.

Although her eyes were closed, it was probably precisely because her eyes were closed that she could more clearly feel the changes in the man.

She could clearly feel that Fu Ci's body suddenly tensed up.

He was clearly nervous.

Fortunately, he was just nervous, not incompetent.

Even years later, Tang Mingli still remembers that before he took the initiative, he very gentlemanly asked her, "Are you sure you're ready?"

Tang Mingli gave a shy "hmm".

Although I'm shy, how can I let people guess about something like this?

She felt like a bit of a "bad girl," because even though she didn't have much affection for him, she could still rationally like a man first.

Of course, this man was her husband, and young and handsome. It was because of this moral justification that she dared to do this.

Fu Ci quickly noticed that his wife was distracted and suddenly increased the pressure.

Tang Mingli immediately hissed, her thoughts pulled back to reality.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Ci stopped what he was doing, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Tang Mingli's hazy eyes gradually cleared, and her gaze focused on her husband's face above her.

"I remembered you when we first got married."

Back then, he was easily shy whenever the two of them were intimate.

Back then, she could never have imagined that one day he would become so unrestrained and passionate.

However, she liked this change.

Fu Ci thought it was his behavior that reminded her of her naive self when she first got married.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll make you forget."

After saying that, he exerted force hard, and Tang Mingli immediately let out a groan.

After several years of marriage, he became increasingly familiar with her body. He could almost perfectly discern her feelings and desires from her every reaction.

Naturally, he became the one who controlled the rhythm.

As Tang Mingli drifted off into a daze, she thought she was about to float up to the clouds, only to find that everything around her had stopped.

She opened her eyes in confusion and saw her husband's restrained face.

I'm even more confused now.

Why do this when you clearly desire it more than I do?

It wasn't until he whispered something in her ear that Tang Mingli understood, and her face instantly turned red.

He said, "Open up a bit more, just like that night."

That night.

Without needing to be explicitly stated, they both knew which night it was.