Chapter 7 I'll let you bite your fill later.

Qiao Shu's thin eyebrows arched upwards in a somewhat intriguing way.

She was rejected, but not entirely. She slowly sat up cross-legged, her eyelashes curving into crescents, dimples appearing on her lips, her smile sweet, and her voice light and cheerful: "If that's the case, then there's no need to trouble you to participate. Since we're doing it ourselves anyway, I prefer the less strenuous method. Technology changes lives."

More importantly, why should she make him happy, as if she were trying to please him?

Yu Zeheng remained in his position, his gaze fixed on her with a dark and brooding look: "What nonsense are you talking about? What did you buy?"

“There are so many! Want to take a look? There’s one I really like. The temperature and frequency are just right, and most importantly, it lasts longer…” She happily shared her experience with him, listing her little toys like they were her most prized possessions. Seeing his face darken completely, she smiled contentedly, “Do you need me to send you the link?”

She's always been good at being disgusting. With her dazzling smile and charmingly pretty face, she delivers a series of punches that leave people speechless and choked with rage.

Yu Zeheng pursed his lips, his emotions hidden beneath his long eyelashes, and said calmly, "Keep it for yourself."

"So conservative? Don't tell me you've never done it yourself, or do you have someone else?" Qiao Shu's smile faded slightly. "That's true, there are countless scandals involving racers, let alone you, the team owner. But I told you before we got married, I'm not the kind of woman who would tolerate you messing around. I don't ask much of you, I don't expect a life of mutual respect and love, but if you've been with other women, I will definitely—"

"I'm divorcing you." She stared at him, her smile vanished, replaced by a stern, icy expression.

This is the second time Qiao Shu has mentioned divorce.

Even if it was just a hypothetical scenario, even if he had never done such a thing, Yu Zeheng still felt uncomfortable. She was the one who proposed marriage, and she was also the one who kept talking about divorce. What did she consider this marriage to be? What did she consider him to be?

Yu Zeheng's brow twitched, his voice low and deep with restraint: "There are no other women. Every time I come back, I give myself to you."

After two years of marriage, they would naturally know more about each other than others. Besides, Qiao Shu agreed to marry Yu Zeheng because she valued his clean reputation. He was focused on racing and wouldn't suddenly reappear with a girlfriend he had loved for many years.

Qiao Shu raised her chin, haughty and aloof. She remained noncommittal and turned to open the drawer to go to the bathroom.

She had just turned around, one leg dangling over the edge of the bed, when Yu Zeheng grabbed her waist and easily pulled her over. He propped himself up on his arms, saw the fleeting panic in her eyes, and then pretended to be calm, pursing his lips to silence her before any more harsh words he didn't want to hear could escape.

Yu Zeheng remained silent, raised his hand and turned off the light. Neither of them could see the other, and they could only rely on touch to sketch the scene in their minds. Her heart pounded. She didn't like being in the dark; it made her feel insecure. She hugged him tightly, stubbornly refusing to say a word.

The two were secretly competing; she kept her mouth tightly shut, while he pried open her teeth and kissed her fiercely and passionately.

Yu Zeheng deprived Qiao Shu of oxygen, and then gave her another breath when her face turned red from lack of oxygen. Qiao Shu was not a lamb to be slaughtered. She bit his lip until she tasted blood. He held her, the veins on his arms bulging out from the force. Their foreheads were pressed together, sticky and hot, like a couple deeply in love.

The unpleasantness caused by the argument vanished in that moment.

Before going to bed, Qiao Shu yawned, feeling incredibly sleepy. She lazily said that he was more useful than a toy.

Yu Zeheng pulled her into his arms with one arm across his chest. His embrace was very strong. Her face was pressed against his chest, and she could hear the powerful beating of his heart. She was very, very annoyed, but she only frowned. The refreshing scent of his shower gel mixed with his unique woody aroma and warm body temperature made him even more hypnotic.

She wasn't used to his presence, so he stayed until she got used to it. When he had trouble falling asleep, he let his breath gradually permeate every inch of her skin, so she could adapt to him and get used to him.

Yu Zeheng planned to stay a little longer.

Once things are settled here, perhaps he can take her to the next stop to watch the game; the live experience is far more spectacular than what you see in the videos.

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Qiao Shu slept very well that night, replenishing her energy from the previous nights.

After exercising and washing up, Qiao Shu went to the garden and chatted with Uncle Lin, the gardener in charge. Uncle Lin didn't like to socialize. He usually spent his time in the garden, dealing with the flowers, plants and trees. He knew the varieties of flowers and plants like the back of his hand, but he was taciturn about other things.

Qiao Shu was a generous employer who provided a sufficient budget for gardening and gave Uncle Lin a lot of autonomy, allowing him to be in charge of procurement and planning.

Uncle Lin held up a bulb that looked like an onion and pointed to the cluster of double-petaled flowers around Qiao Shu, saying, "This is Afre, it's easy to grow. Its flowers look like this, and it has a flowering period of 15 to 30 days."

"The stems look like daffodils, and the flowers look like lilies. It's so beautiful." Qiao Shu lowered her head and smelled it; it had a faint fragrance.

Uncle Lin handed her the bulbs: "Young lady, would you like to try planting them?"

"Can I?" Qiao Shu asked with delight. She took the gardening gloves and, under Uncle Lin's guidance, lightly buried the bulb in the soft soil, watered it, and then took a card, wrote "Qiao Shu's Flower" and "Grow Up Well" on it, and stuck it in the soil.

She called over Aunt Chu and the other aunties to admire Uncle Lin's work, and then affectionately asked Aunt Chu to take a group photo of her. She wrinkled her nose and made a funny face.

Aunt Chu crossed her arms and said that Uncle Lin had kept the plants clean and beautiful, and that he was still tinkering with them by himself even after work. Uncle Lin scratched his head sheepishly and said that he had nothing to do after work, so he might as well tend to the flowers and plants.

Qiao Shu smiled, her gaze sincere: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"You're too kind, Miss. It's all I should do."

The cheerful conversation downstairs drifted into the study on the second floor. Yu Zeheng had made a makeshift renovation, setting up a television in the open space so he could watch the live races and keep track of the team's performance and status in real time.

The curtains were drawn back, and the thin, ethereal inner fabric fluttered in the breeze. He stepped forward, and the morning sun shone brightly, its light evenly spilling into the air, a uniquely sunny and bright summer day.

Qiao Shu emerged from the greenhouse, carrying a large bouquet of white flowers. She strode forward, her black curly hair flowing behind her. She wore an unevenly dyed dark-colored long dress, the fabric of which was light and thin. The hem of the dress billowed in the wind, revealing her round, fair toes clad in slippers. Her movements were casual and light. Her laughter was soft and lively, infectious, and it seemed to inexplicably affect those around her.

Yu Zeheng recalled that when he first chose this house in Nanwan, it didn't have anything particularly special about it. It was just an older house, but the location, size, and layout met Qiao Shu's requirements.

But Qiao Shu has the ability to breathe life into the things around her; it is no longer just a property, but a home.

Qiao Shu noticed his gaze, stopped gracefully, held up the bouquet, and told him that these were newly opened flowers that day, and that they were very beautiful. She then hummed a little tune and went up to the study on the second floor in less than two minutes.

She found a new vase and used it to hold the flowers in her arms.

Qiao Shu usually doesn't lift a finger, but she is efficient and decisive in her work. She gently plucks at the tender flower leaves, and a subtle fragrance fills the room.

The race is on TV. Today is qualifying, which determines the starting grid order for the main race. Q1 will eliminate the last five drivers. Q2 will be participated by the 15 drivers who have qualified, and the last five drivers will also be eliminated. Finally, in Q3, the 10 drivers will determine their positions in the main race based on their lap times. The earlier the position, the more advantageous it is for the race.

Yu Zeheng stood leaning against the desk, a cup of coffee beside him to keep him awake. He watched Qiao Shu approach and sit down beside him, arms crossed, their shoulders slightly different, their faces equally pleasing to the eye.

"Is this the main race?" Qiao Shu stared at the screen, watching the drivers enter the arena.

"Ranking matches." Yu Zeheng was about to explain briefly to her when she gave a soft "oh" and said that today's match would determine tomorrow's position.

He glanced at her unexpectedly.

Qiao Shu remained in her position, a slight twitch of her lips: "It's normal. It's all written online, and I just happen to have a good memory. Besides, aren't these all very basic things?"

"You're right." Yu Zeheng's eyebrows relaxed, and he took a sip of coffee.

The race cars have started to enter the track one after another, and the race officially begins as the five red lights go out.

Qiao Shu has never been interested in these kinds of competitive events. The emotions of watching a recorded broadcast are very different from watching a live broadcast. Watching after knowing the result is a completely different experience from not knowing the result at all. She doesn't understand this, and she also feels nervous because of the changes that happen every second on the field.

She watched as Ke Ming emerged from the race car into the camera, removed his helmet, tossed his head with a triumphant air, and hugged and high-fived his teammates.

Third place, not bad.

Qiao Shu turned slightly to the side, as if chatting in class: "He's nothing like you."

She almost bumped into his chest with her shoulder, and a faint fragrance wafted over. He looked down and saw her delicate, upturned nose, thick, long eyelashes, deep double eyelids, and slightly upturned corners of her eyes. She had a pair of beautiful eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Yu Zeheng asked, "Why do you think that?"

Qiao Shu shared her thoughts.

Ke Ming's racing style is aggressive and adventurous, with a reckless impulse. He is willing to sacrifice the team's performance to gain an opportunity for himself. However, Yu Zeheng is much more intelligent and can assess the situation. When necessary, he is also willing to pave the way for the other driver on the team.

This argument was quite novel; even their team leader said he was biased, choosing a young man who resembled him in his youth. Yu Zeheng frowned and then relaxed, his expression complex.

After expressing her opinion, Qiao Shu smiled and said, "Of course, those of you in the field definitely know more than I do."

Yu Zeheng leaned on the table, his shoulder pressed against hers as she got closer. He asked, "Did you see this online too?"

Qiao Shu didn't look away, meeting his gaze. She blinked her long eyelashes, her tone ambiguous: "You're smarter than him. I may not understand the competition, but I understand men, so..."

She gazed at him: "I have pretty good taste in men."

Yu Zeheng pursed his lips, not forgetting their conversation from last night: "You said he looks very young."

"I don't like young girls."

Qiao Shu gave him a leisurely yet meaningful smile. The next second, she turned and went downstairs with light steps. The last touch of dark green was as fleeting as her smile.

Yu Zeheng looked away, finished his coffee, and noticed the new bouquet she had arranged. The flowers were the size of a palm, their petals as white as gauze. He casually touched them.

He recalled the conversation from earlier; Qiao Shu had explained the differences between him and Ke Ming in great detail, and he realized the key point he had overlooked—

She had watched his games.

Over the next few days, the two got along peacefully. Her sleep quality improved, and people's adaptability is always stronger than imagined.

Qiao Shu occasionally goes to the auction house, but there's not much to do. Song Yue is very capable and handles most of the work, so Qiao Shu trusts her. In the rest of the time, she practices yoga and Pilates at home, goes to beauty salons for skincare and spa treatments, chats with other ladies over afternoon tea, and subtly sends friendly messages to her husband whenever she can. With a stable marital relationship, she'll have more leverage.

While feeling bored and listless, Qiao Shu received a call from her mother-in-law, Jiang Wenxin, asking if she had time to have a meal with the family.

Qiao Shu readily agreed, while Yu Zeheng's reaction was lukewarm, saying that she could decline if she didn't want to go.

"Why don't you go?" Qiao Shu was already picking out clothes and gifts. Compared to the complicated relationships in her Qiao family, she quite liked the Yu family. They were simple and straightforward. Yu Xunli, the father, was a traditional father who was strict but caring for his children. Yu Wenxin, the mother, was the president of a charity foundation. She spoke gently and softly, but she carried a lot of weight.

Yu Zeheng has twins, a younger brother and a younger sister, who are in their early twenties. The two are well-behaved and are currently studying in the UK. They recently returned to China for summer vacation.

Yu Zeheng has a distant relationship with his parents, they don't contact each other much, and he doesn't interfere in their affairs. He only occasionally invites Qiao Shu back for a family meal.

Qiao Shu is good at socializing and maintaining relationships. Even if she doesn't show up in public, she will call and send gifts every now and then.

After picking out clothes for herself, she picked out a tie for Yu Zeheng. Holding it up in front of him, she made the decision for him: "This one suits you better. It's between mature and youthful, which is in line with your status. An older brother should act like an older brother."

Yu Zeheng glanced at her. Qiao Shu's happiness was genuine and not feigned. She turned and went into the dressing room, thinking that there was a bracelet that would suit Mingwu, which she had kept but hadn't had time to give to her yet.

In this marriage, she was far more competent than I was.

When the car arrived at the Yu residence, Yu Mingwu walked to the front of the car. As soon as the car door opened, she affectionately called out "Sister-in-law," followed by "Brother." Yu Mingcong, standing behind her, stood straight, his scholarly air still evident in his brows, but he already possessed the physique of a mature man. He then greeted them, "Sister-in-law, Big Brother."

The two people have strikingly similar faces, but because of their different temperaments, they are not exactly alike and require careful observation to distinguish them.

Qiao Shu smiled and replied, putting her arm around Yu Mingwu's shoulder and praising her for becoming more and more beautiful.

Yu Mingwu wrinkled his nose and hugged her arm: "I miss my sister-in-law the most when I'm away. I miss her so much that I can't study well or eat well."

Qiao Shu accepted all the sweet words and the two walked inside: "It's normal. After all, a day apart feels like three autumns. How many three autumns have passed?"

Yu Zeheng and Yu Mingcong were getting things from the back when Yu Mingcong said, "Brother, I watched the race. Your team is really good. When do you have time to take me to see the race live?"

"Maybe next time, when does your vacation end?"

Upon entering, Qiao Shu saw Yu Xunli and Jiang Wenxin and affectionately called them "Mom and Dad."

Yu Xunli smiled and nodded, and Jiang Wenxin replied, "Xiao Shu, you look thinner again. Have you been eating well?"

Qiao Shu smiled and held up one finger before changing it to two: "I'm eating one, no, two extra bowls today!"

The meal proceeded smoothly and amicably. With Qiao Shu present, there was no awkward silence; she was adept at guiding the conversation. Furthermore, with Yu Mingwu and Yu Mingcong back from their vacation, there was always something interesting to talk about from abroad. Yu Xunli and Yu Zeheng had a falling out, but it wasn't to the point of complete estrangement. They simply chatted somewhat distantly about their recent situations. Yu Zeheng wasn't particularly enthusiastic, but he answered every question.

Qiao Shu put down her chopsticks and said, "Aheng and his team have had a very impressive year. They might have a chance to win the annual championship. Please ask your parents to come and watch the race together."

Jiang Wenxin glanced at her husband. Yu Xunli didn't say anything, but he didn't refuse either. She smiled and nodded, "Okay, will it be troublesome?"

"Aheng will arrange it, right, honey?" Qiao Shu looked at Yu Zeheng, her voice sweet, and gave him a sweet and playful wink.

She calls him "Ah Heng" and "husband" so casually, as if it were an everyday term. In private, she only calls him by his full name.

Yu Zeheng didn't mind her making the arrangements on her own. He nodded under her gaze, letting out a lukewarm "hmm."

“Me too, I want to go too!” Yu Mingwu raised her hand.

Yu Mingcong paused with his chopsticks: "Brother, don't forget me."

Qiao Shu smiled, resting her chin on her hand: "Our whole family is going."

After dinner, the parents went back to their room. Yu Mingwu pulled Qiao Shu to play a two-player game called Super Bunny Man, handed her the controller, and briefly explained the rules to her. Yu Zeheng and Yu Mingcong chatted on the other side of the living room sofa. In the end, Yu Mingcong went back to his room to read, while Yu Zeheng discussed the details of today's race with the team.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, please save me! I'm going to fall! Grab my foot!" Yu Mingwu's pink rabbit was stuck on the cliff, and Qiao Shu's yellow rabbit rushed over in a strange posture, grabbed her foot, and pulled her out. There were many similar situations. Because of their funny postures, the two of them laughed and played around. When Qiao Shu accidentally grabbed her foot, it was pierced by iron spikes several times, and drops of blood fell from the pink rabbit.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I think I'm dying."

Qiao Shu laughed heartily, tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped them away, and the harder she tried, the more gruesome the pink rabbit's death became.

Yu Zeheng heard their laughter and occasionally looked up. In the game, the two silly rabbits were stumbling around, while outside the game, Qiao Shu and Yu Mingwu were pushing and shoving each other, showing their dislike for one another.

He lowered his eyelashes and curled his lips into a smile.

When he went out to answer a phone call and came back, the two had already started a new conversation. Seeing him, Qiao Shu raised his chin and said, "Do you know why I married your brother?"

Yu Mingwu asked cooperatively, "Why?"

"Because your brother is good-looking." Her tone was as frivolous as the gaze that clung to her, and she felt no shame whatsoever, but rather took pride in it.

Yu Zeheng's chest heaved slightly, but he only glanced at her and said, "Superficial."

"When you're dating, if you're not superficial and don't care about looks, what do you look for? There are plenty of ugly men out there, and what you need to do is much simpler: just pick the best from among the handsome guys." Qiao Shu was encouraging Yu Mingwu to have more relationships.

Love is a good thing. As long as they protect themselves, women should be able to play with emotions.

Qiao Shu is just like a dating guru: "After looking at a man's face, what do you look at next? You look at his second face."

Yu Mingwu, a model student, asked, "What is the second face?"

Qiao Shu smiled slightly, looking like she had drunk too much. Because of her shame about her mother tongue, she said a word in English, which everyone present could understand. Yu Mingwu opened her eyes and her face quickly turned red.

Yu Zeheng frowned and looked at Qiao Shu in disbelief.

Qiao Shu encouraged Yu Mingwu to talk to more foreign guys, because based on her experience watching movies, foreign guys have a more obvious advantage. Yu Mingwu blushed so much that her face turned bright red. She was innocent and had never been in a relationship before. She wanted to hear about it, but she was also a little embarrassed.

"Qiao Shu," Yu Zeheng called her name, "Mingwu is still young."

"Twenty years old is an adult, not a child anymore." Qiao Shu scoffed at his conservatism and old-fashionedness.

"It's time to go back."

"Mingwu and I haven't finished talking yet."

Yu Zeheng put away his phone and got up, saying it was time to sleep. Qiao Shu glanced at her watch and said it was still early. Since the communication was fruitless, he simply and efficiently walked over, bent down and hoisted Qiao Shu onto his shoulder, holding her legs with one hand.

Caught off guard, Qiao Shu let out a soft "ah" as her slippers clattered onto the carpet. Yu Mingwu stood up and stammered, "Sister-in-law," somewhat shocked by the way her brother and sister-in-law interacted.

"Mingwu, tell Mom and Dad we're leaving now."

Qiao Shu was a bit self-conscious in public, and even when she was being carried, she had to maintain her goddess image in her sister-in-law's eyes. She supported Yu Zeheng's shoulder with one hand and said, "You must remember what your sister-in-law said."

Yu Zeheng pursed his lips and strode out. Upon hearing this, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, and slapped down: "Behave yourself."

Qiao Shu froze.

The spot where she was hit on the buttocks was slightly sore and numb. That bastard Yu Zeheng actually hit her buttocks.

She could no longer maintain her elegant and feminine facade and bit his shoulder in frustration.

A moment later, he received another loud slap on the buttocks, and Yu Zeheng's throat tightened: "Since you like biting so much, I'll let you bite as much as you want later."

A note from the author:

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The princess only needed to make a slight move to completely bewitch the young master.

Then he kicked him away. Every night after the divorce, the young master was seething with hatred.

Updates will resume tomorrow, around 8 PM every night [cat emoji]

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