We went to a nearby restaurant to get some chicken soup and then had a lively meal together.

After dinner, Qiao Luosheng went back to his room to study, while his mother and caregiver Deng chatted and watched TV in the living room. Qiao Zhen and Lu Zheng stayed with her. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher and doing a simple tidy-up, they could finally rest.

"I didn't expect President Lu to be so skilled at housework?" Qiao Zhen wondered if he did it himself at home or if he had practiced it.

Lu Zheng said, "So starting tomorrow, you won't need to do it."

On the first day, it's only natural to want to show off when the family is reunited.

"Hmm?" Qiao Zhen watched as Lu Zheng held her hands in his hands, his warm fingertips gently stroking the backs of her hands.

When I was a child, I never lifted a finger and my skin was as smooth as jade. Later, I took on the heavy responsibility of my family and had to do everything myself, which made my hands a little rough.

It made her feel all itchy.

Seeing that he didn't intend to let go, Qiao Zhen simply grabbed his hand back and rubbed it roughly. "Lu Zheng, isn't that enough?"

The soft touch, gentle yet like a feather, stirred his heart. Lu Zheng smiled and said, "I wrung out the rag too hard just now, and my fingers hurt a little."

"..." Qiao Zhen was full of question marks. He had just praised him for being good at housework, but now he was contradicting himself and pretending to be weak?

She pinched Lu Zheng's hand hard again, then quickly let go of him and ran to the living room.

"Mom, have some fruit." She put on a smiling face.

Qiao's mother pulled Qiao Zhen to her side, and the caregiver, Deng, tactfully sat down on the other side of the single sofa.

"Mom?" Qiao Zhen noticed that her mother looked a little nervous, and her heart, which was already hiding something, immediately tightened.

Mrs. Qiao glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Where will you two sleep tonight?"