Chapter Four

The warm light from the bedroom lamp shone on Huo Yuzheng's profile, casting a soft shadow that made his profile appear more three-dimensional.

Mo Wansheng was in a daze; he was practically the epitome of a mature man from the otome games she played.

Huo Yuzheng noticed out of the corner of his eye that Mo Wansheng was staring at him.

He closed his laptop, looked up, and took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

"What's up?"

Mo Wansheng quickly waved her hand, "It's nothing," and then ran back to her room.

Huo Yuzheng was puzzled. He silently watched the cheerful figure disappear before his eyes and put his glasses back on.

Suddenly he could no longer concentrate on his work, and he gently rubbed his temples.

In the end, I decided to close my laptop and walk into the room at the very end of the second-floor corridor.

As he passed the master bedroom, his gaze lingered on the door for a moment.

She was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Huo Yuzheng walked into the room where no one was allowed to enter, turned on the computer, and clicked on the grayed-out avatar. He was not online today.

He's not really into playing games with anyone.

I put on my headphones and started a game, but I always felt like something was missing.

Then he logged off, preparing to return to his study.

When I passed by the master bedroom again, the door had probably not been closed properly at first and had been blown open by the wind.

He was about to close the door for Mo Wansheng.

The streetlights in the villa courtyard shone through the gauze curtains, casting a perfect glow on Mo Wansheng's face.

She slept soundly, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

Unlike the day we first met, when she was eloquent and persuasive in front of the elders, or the carefree and uninhibited woman she was on her wedding night.

At this moment, it is quiet, like a well-behaved rabbit.

Huo Yuzheng stood quietly at the door, scrutinizing himself for a moment. When he realized what he had done, he was in a daze.

He hadn't planned to get married this year. There were many wealthy young ladies in Jin City, but for some reason, Old Master Huo had taken a special liking to Mo Wansheng.

He was not going to agree, prioritizing work above all else.

A few days ago, Old Master Huo brought him a photo of Mo Wansheng and insisted that he see it.

She even said she guaranteed he would be satisfied.

Although Huo Yuzheng was somewhat hesitant, he still agreed to meet with the old man.

He doesn't understand some of the older generation's stubbornness, but he still respects it.

If it weren't for Grandpa Huo pushing him to go on blind dates, he probably wouldn't have thought about what kind of person he wanted to marry over the years.

His requirements for a marriage partner were just as he had told Mo Wansheng that day—not many.

As long as it's suitable.

Old Master Huo sent someone to deliver the photos.

When Huo Yuzheng first saw the photo, he didn't notice the person in the photo.

The girl in the photo is smiling brightly, and behind her on the wall hangs a red and black poster of the Phantom Thieves.

He guessed something.

Mo Wansheng likely enjoys playing games just like me.

Huo Yuzheng originally wanted to postpone marriage for a few more years, allowing the company to become more stable before considering it.

But firstly, the Huo family patriarch was in a hurry to urge him, and secondly, Mo Wansheng could probably understand his personal hobbies.

He then agreed.

Although, for the time being, Huo Yuzheng has no intention of revealing his hobby of playing games to anyone.

At midnight, Mo Wansheng suddenly woke up.

Because she had been so busy these past few days, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed.

However, long-standing night owl habits cannot be changed overnight.

After waking up, she stared aimlessly at the dark ceiling, turned over a few times, and then sat up in bed.

I can't sleep.

She touched the edge of the bed, half-asleep, and got out of bed.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on one by one, and the glaring light gradually drove away her confusion.

She walked to the kitchen in her slippers, poured herself a glass of water, and moistened her throat.

Returning the way she came, the still-lit study on the second floor caught her attention.

It's so late, why isn't this guy asleep yet?

Mo Wansheng approached the study and gently knocked on the door. Huo Yuzheng looked up at Mo Wansheng.

Her hair was slightly messy, and her lace slip dress was also a bit disheveled, revealing a large expanse of her chest.

"Can't sleep?" Huo Yuzheng took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression gentle.

"Hmm, I can't sleep."

Mo Wansheng walked towards Huo Yuzheng with her slender, long legs. She leaned gently against Huo Yuzheng's desk and looked directly at him.

A hint of restlessness tempted her.

She walked straight towards him without realizing it. At that moment, she was like a fairy.

"Mr. Huo, what should I do if I can't sleep?"

This is an unspoken understanding between adults.

However, Huo Yuzheng is not a normal person.

He avoided her gaze, picked up a blanket from the chair, and handed it to Mo Wansheng.

The girl forcefully pulled the blanket away, pouted, and stormed off before collapsing into the soft quilt.

"Is he even a man?!"

Even though it was a business marriage, she had no intention of living as a widow.

There are many couples who are bound together by mutual interests, but they wouldn't shy away from each other to this extent!

In the study, Huo Yuzheng leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

He understands his new wife less and less now.

Huo Yuzheng slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt; the night was slightly chilly, but he felt somewhat hot today.

...

The next morning, a clanging sound came from the kitchen.

Huo Yuzheng went downstairs and saw Mo Wansheng doing something in the kitchen.

He didn't ask her directly, but instead asked the butler standing nearby.

"Uncle Huang, what is she doing?"

"Sir, Madam said she wanted to bake some cakes when she came home last night, but the oven is broken. She said she'll fix it herself today."

Huo Yuzheng nodded, walked straight into the kitchen, and got a glass of cold water.

Mo Wansheng's hands were covered in oil, and some oil had also gotten on her fair cheeks. Her face was flushed and looked like a clown.

She looked at the uninvited guest, expecting him to greet her, but after getting the water, he left without saying a word.

She snorted. What an impolite guy.

She noticed that Huo Yuzheng would never initiate a conversation unless she greeted him first.

Before leaving the villa for work, Huo Yuzheng gave the housekeeper some special instructions.

"We'll have a professional come and take a look later."

“Yes, Mr. Huo.”

Huo Yuzheng paused for a moment, then gave a word of advice.

"If she insists on fixing it herself and doesn't ask for someone to do it, then let's just leave it at that for now."

"Okay, Mr. Huo."

At noon, Huo Yuzheng received a message from the housekeeper.

"My wife fixed the oven herself."

He put down the documents in his hand, tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, and unconsciously the image of Mo Wansheng covered in sweat that morning floated into his mind.

Despite being a pampered young lady from the Mo family, who never had to be waited on hand and foot, she actually managed to fix the oven herself, and even did it.

He had assumed she was the same as she appeared, a wealthy heiress, but now he realized he was wrong.

...

It was dinner time again. Mo Wansheng looked at the large, sumptuous meal in front of her and asked the butler beside her.

"Will Mr. Huo be home for dinner today?"

"The gentleman said that Madam does not need to wait for him to come back today, as he has been quite busy with work lately."

Mo Wansheng was a little surprised. "Oh, thank you."

The butler bowed and withdrew.

She looked at the seat where Huo Yuzheng usually sat and felt a little empty inside.

Mo Wansheng quickly shook her head, muttering to herself, "It must be because I'm too used to him. It definitely can't be because I miss him!"

She ate a few mouthfuls of rice; she hadn't eaten much tonight, only about three-tenths full, before returning to her bedroom.

Huo Yuzheng would return home promptly at eight o'clock every night.

He still hasn't come back by 9 p.m. today.

Around 10 o'clock, she couldn't resist sending Huo Yuzheng a message.

"Aren't you coming back tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm looking at the company's quarterly report. I'll finish at 11 PM and then go straight to sleep in the apartment next to the company."

Mo Wansheng smacked her lips, replying in the same way as when reporting her itinerary.

She turned off her phone.

She then pushed open the door to the gaming room and plopped down in front of the computer, almost letting Huo Yuzheng affect her shooting speed, even though she wasn't a fast shooter.

Fortunately, she was still somewhat conscious.

She sent a message to "blueberry cake".

"Hey bro, bro, got some time to do a dungeon run today?"

There was no response from the other end for a long time.

Mo Wansheng was quite puzzled. Logically speaking, "Blueberry Cake" should usually be online at this time.

Has she been this busy lately? Has she become a workaholic like Huo Yuzheng?

Or perhaps being so affectionate with her husband every day has slowed down her shooting speed?

Mo Wansheng was fighting monsters alone, and she got beaten up badly.

The protagonist collapsed before her eyes again and again, and without "blueberry cake" to protect her, she was truly powerless.

The controller rattled loudly, but she still couldn't perfectly dodge the fatal blow. Mo Wansheng took a deep breath and started a new game.

Once, and then again.

Around 11 o'clock, my phone suddenly lit up.

It was a message from "Blueberry Cake".

Mo Wansheng quickly put down the controller and opened the chat box.

"Sorry, I've been quite busy lately."

"There is half an hour after 11:30."

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

Mo Wansheng added a smug little emoji.

Looking back now, the "blueberry cake" and Huo Yuzheng are exactly the same.

Every time I ask her to play games, I like to specify the time down to the minute. And when I ask my powerful husband to report his whereabouts, I also like to be detailed down to the minute.

She controlled her little character as she wandered around the big world until "Blueberry Cake" appeared on the screen, at which point she took it seriously.

Roll forward, roll backward, dodge...

The monster's roar in her headphones stimulated her nerves, making her completely focused.

She had only one drop of blood left.

With the final blow, the "blueberry cake" was delivered to the monster.

Watching the vomiting man with countless open mouths collapse on the screen and turn into a wisp of golden smoke, Mo Wansheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks! (Sending heart emojis) I've been trying for so long and finally beat it today!"

"I feel like my skills have even improved today!"

"Yeah, keep it up, you'll definitely be able to beat the game on your own someday."

Mo Wansheng put down the handle, shook her wrist, and her arm was a little sore from pushing the knob for so long.

She watched as the "blueberry cake" profile picture quickly went black.

This guy, has he kicked his internet addiction?

Although Mo Wansheng felt a little lonely, after all, he was just a gaming buddy from afar, so she didn't ask too many questions.

She's just a little worried that if her gaming partner really quits gaming, she'll have a hard time finding such a patient gaming partner to play with again.

Is married life really more interesting than video games?

How come she didn't notice?

She first learned about "blueberry cake" when she posted a help request online during her college years. It was a monster in the world that she had tried to make without success more than thirty times.

Blueberry cake: "I can give it a try."

When she saw her ID, Mo Wansheng was initially quite surprised. Just by looking at the name, she could almost smell the sweet aroma of the cake across from her.

"Thank you so much for your help!"

Her character stood aside, watching as "Blueberry Cake" pulled out a bow and arrow, dodging, interrupting, and delivering a fatal blow. After five minutes of maneuvering, the monster crashed to the ground with a groan.

"Wow! You're amazing!"

"fine."

"This monster prefers melee attacks, so it's easier to defeat it with a mage or archer. I suggest you switch to a different class next time you fight it yourself."

"Mmm! Thank you so much, boss!"

Mo Wansheng took the initiative to add her as a friend and would occasionally ask "Blueberry Cake" to run dungeons together.

Her skills weren't particularly good in daily life, and she often fell to the monster's fangs before she could even get into the rhythm.

But her strength in gaming lies in her persistence, so "Blueberry Cake" doesn't look down on her skills.

Instead, they patiently taught her how to dodge and how to operate.

As time went on, the fun of playing games became more about playing two-player games together.

Although they have never met in person, the other person has already become the most familiar part of their lives.