Situ Ming felt the person he was carrying relax before leaving her soft pink lips, his eyes, truly brimming with starlight, fixed on Zhao Xiaoyue.

He wiped the moisture from his lips with his thumb. "President Zhao, remember this: in Situ Ming's heart, you are the most beautiful, without exception."

Zhao Xiaoyue's face turned red; she felt as if she had been bewitched.

I could only nod.

"I have never been with any woman other than you, not from beginning to end, and from now on there will be no one else but you."

I don't know which naughty kid set off fireworks, but the brilliant flames exploded in the air into a dazzling peony, one after another, leaving people breathless.

The sunlight continued to fall on the quilt, and Grandma Li's feather duster, as always, landed on Zhao Xiaoyue's bottom with lightning speed.

A loud cry startled the sparrows in the tree.

Mr. Zhao jumped up and continued to circle the pillar with the old lady, Qin Wang.

The old lady wielded her feather duster with great force, muttering curses under her breath.

"Grandma! Stop it, stop it!"

Zhao Xiaoyue got angry. What did her grandmother do to her? She chased after her and beat her up every day.

When she finally stopped and learned the reason, she felt like strangling Zhao Zhe. She left him with only half her words, which resulted in her getting two beatings for nothing.

She remembered that the child wasn't like this when they first met. How come he looks so brainless now? Or was he always brainless?

The brainless Zhao Zhe was currently eating sunflower seeds, glancing at Situ Ming who was cleaning with a smile on his face.

"Something's not right, something's very wrong!"

He looked around and, seeing no one, called out, "Brother-in-law, are you hiding something from me?"

Situ Ming glanced at his brother-in-law and promptly wrote an IOU for five thousand yuan, saying, "I'll pay it back when I get back to Haishi."

Situ, who had left with a broom, thought of something and turned back, saying, "From now on, call him brother-in-law openly."

Zhao Zhe, holding the IOU, exclaimed, "Wow! You captured that bunker? Not bad! Remember to keep your promise!"

The little boy skipped and hopped away.

Zhao Xiaoyue sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at her grandmother's incredulous and shocked expression, which was somewhat amusing.

"Is he really that amazing?"

The old lady still didn't believe it and checked again.

A CEO worth hundreds of billions!

The commander's grandson!

Their academic ability is terrifyingly strong!

The old lady looked at her granddaughter with a "you've struck gold" expression, as if to say, "I've found a treasure for you."

Zhao Xiaoyue laughed in exasperation, "Grandma, what kind of look is that?"

“Go, Xiao Ming needs to help out at the shop, take him with you.”

"What time is it? I'm not going."

Seeing that the old lady was about to grab a weapon, Zhao Xiaoyue quickly got dressed, saying, "Go, I'll go, okay? Honestly!"

Before leaving, she didn't forget to say to the old lady, "Your Xiaoming is penniless now, and all his wealth is with me."

The person ran away.

The old woman glared, "I don't know how they're so stupid. They don't even leave any money for others. They don't even have money for food and lodging. Looks like they need to be taught a lesson."

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Situ Ming was invited to Zhao's house by his father to celebrate the New Year with the family.

"Come on, Xiao Ming, let's have a toast, you and I."

After a few dishes, Zhao Guozhong was clearly a bit drunk and pulled Situ Ming to have a drink with him.

Situ Ming always supported Zhao Guozhong, drinking and eating as he was told, and was exceptionally obedient.

Zhao Zhe picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks. "Sis, your husband can hold his liquor! He actually drank with Dad." He glanced at the ground. "Two bottles of baijiu already. Tsk tsk, sis, why don't you have a couple of drinks for your husband?"

Zhao Xiaoyue glared at the opportunistic scoundrel, "What's it to you? Get out of here!"

The old lady and Li Guilan watched the old man and the young man drink with smiles on their faces.

Situ Ming glanced at the little woman opposite him, not even bothering to block her path. Sigh!

"Sis, how did you feel when your husband handed over his salary?"

Zhao Xiaoyue picked up a piece of food, chewed it, and said, "Well, how should I put it? It was quite unexpected."

Zhao Zhe, like an old man, said, "These days, you have to grab onto any man who's willing to spend money on you, let alone someone who's entrusted their entire fortune to you—you have to hold on tight!"

"Ha, I've talked to you about the same thing before, you little brat!"

"Xiao Ming, from now on, Uncle's house is your house. Come visit often during the New Year."

Zhao Guozhong put his arm around Situ Ming's shoulder and asked, "Is your uncle's house alright?"

Situ Ming downed his drink in one gulp. "Hmm, very cozy."

Zhao Guozhong: "Come on, look over there!"

Zhao Zhe and Zhao Xiaoyue stopped their playful fight and looked up, only to meet Situ Ming's gaze.

Zhao Guozhong pointed at Zhao Xiaoyue, "Look, this is my precious baby! I'm giving it to you, buddy, aren't you loyal enough?"

Situ Ming smiled and nodded at the young woman, "You're a true friend!"

It was clear that Zhao Guozhong was drunk; Li Guilan couldn't stop him.

"You old hag, don't pull me! Xiao Ming and I are having a great time drinking. Xiao Ming, don't forget to take the baby with you when you leave!"

Situ Ming nodded again, "I will definitely take it with me."

He spoke incoherently, yet his promises were made with utmost seriousness.

Zhao Xiaoyue sighed and rubbed her forehead. Old Zhao had no other problems, but once he drank a little, he lost all sense of time.

They can call each other brothers now.

The old lady was too old to stay up all night on New Year's Eve and went to bed early. Li Guilan helped the drunk and unconscious Lao Zhao to rest.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhe grabbed some glutinous rice cakes and candies, then took his computer and slipped back to his room.

A gala was playing on TV, the host was saying auspicious words, and the clock hands pointed to twelve.

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