Every day after school, Bai Shu often saw him busy in the kitchen. Those hands that could hold guns and pens and sign deals worth billions were now stumbling and learning to cook for her.

He could have gone out to eat, but he insisted that what he cooked was the only way to show his love. This grown man wore an apron to cook milk and porridge, and on weekends he would prepare large amounts of fresh fruits, vegetables and meats, cooking elaborate meals according to recipes to feed her.

Bai Shu leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the busy man inside. She didn't say a word, but her eyes gradually reddened, and she smiled with her lips pursed.

Dad, Mom, can your spirits see this? I'm living a good life now. He takes good care of me and spoils me like a child.

He likes me very much.

I like him very much too.

In this lifetime, no one will ever treat me better than him.

Lost in thought, the man glanced back and saw her slightly red eyes. He was shocked and dropped what he was doing, rushing over: "Bai Shu, Bai Shu, what's wrong?!"

Her eyes stung even more, and her heart burned with a warm feeling. She shook her head vigorously, saying, "I'm fine, I'm perfectly alright." But he was still worried and hurriedly tried to call a private doctor. She couldn't help but laugh and reached out to take his hand.

“I’m really fine,” she said, looking at him. “We’ll have a day off for Qingming Festival.” She was unusually nervous, and her voice lowered slightly. “Can you come with me to see my parents?”

The man was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and at a loss for what to do. He reached out with both hands to hug her, but then remembered that he hadn't washed yet. He quickly washed up and lifted her up in one go!

"Atractylodes macrocephala, Atractylodes macrocephala, my Atractylodes macrocephala, my good baby, my sweet darling... When we go to see Mom and Dad, what do they like? I'll have someone arrange it now, and when we get there, I'll burn it all for them..."

He was somewhat at a loss for words. It was the first time Bai Shu had ever seen him so flustered, acting as recklessly and panicked as a teenager.

"When meeting my future in-laws, I can't be sloppy—what kind of clothes should I wear? Would white make me look younger? Or would black be more dignified? They're entrusting you to me for life; they need to feel at ease..."

She smiled with red eyes, then tears streamed down her face, and then she smiled again.

"Anything is fine. They don't have any particular preferences. As long as you treat me well, they'll be at ease."

"You must be serious and not be careless. There's no doubt that they're good to you, but you also need to respect your parents-in-law..."

She hugged his shoulders tightly and nodded vigorously.

Dad, Mom, look, he's really good to me.

Days passed by, and after Qingming Festival, June seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye.

It rained last night, and the leaves of the trees along the roadside were washed green. The sky was clear and lush, and the temperature was just right, neither too high nor too low, making it very comfortable. Every now and then, a breeze would blow, carrying the fresh scent of early summer.

As soon as Bai Shu finished his exam and stepped out of the examination hall, he saw the man anxiously waiting at the entrance. His light-colored striped outfit softened his sharp and intimidating aura, making him look as young as a college student and even more handsome.

Even the traffic police managing the surrounding area and the parents waiting for the students couldn't help but look at him, but he didn't care at all, as if nothing could attract his attention.

The students around him were still chattering, "This guy is so handsome! Is he a celebrity?" Bai Shu chuckled to himself, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and skipped over.

Even from a distance, he noticed her, laughed, opened his arms, and embraced her tightly, like a bird returning to its nest. Amidst the screams and cheers around them, he put his arm around her waist and spun her around a few times.

"My Atractylodes macrocephala!"

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and reached out to put her arm around his shoulder.

“My Ling Chen.”