His voice was like a captivating wine, making Lin Zhenzhen's eardrums itch.

It's so captivating that you can't help but become engrossed and intoxicated by it.

Lin Zhenzhen's cheeks flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She raised her eyes, glared at him, and the meaning was clear.

There are still so many people here, so behave yourselves.

Yu Jiamu, however, really enjoyed teasing her in front of others.

He even wanted to reach out and pinch those rosy ears.

Suddenly, a small hand reached out from the side and grabbed Yu Jiamu's sleeve without any hesitation.

He turned his head and saw a little boy with a round face.

"Uncle, are you the groom?"

Yu Jiamu was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're wearing the groom's clothes!"

Yu Jiamu realized what was happening and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

Children's thinking is very simple; they see a handsome uncle in a suit and assume he is the groom.

The pretty auntie in the white dress...

The little boy tilted his head, looking puzzled, and asked, "Is Teacher Zhenzhen your bride?"

"Shh." Yu Jiamu glanced at the person next to him and said softly, "Keep your voice down, or the teacher will be shy."

"Huh?" The boy was a little disappointed. "I was thinking of marrying Teacher Ling when I grew up."

Yu Jiamu's handsome face immediately fell.

How come kids these days are so precocious?

"Impossible, don't even think about it."

Lin Zhenzhen was so embarrassed that she just wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

She reached out and pinched his thigh hard.

Yu Jiamu immediately turned his head and cried out in pain.

In reality, the force was like being scratched by a kitten to him.

In the midst of their playful antics, the little boy next to them cried out, "Ouch!"

He lowered his head somewhat guiltily, his chubby little hands clenched into a fist.

Parents who were originally sitting on the side came over when they heard the commotion.

He asked, "What happened?"

The little boy slowly opened his hands.

Only then did they notice that a dark gold cufflink was lying in the fleshy palm.

"I accidentally tore off a button from my uncle's clothes."

Parents could tell their child had gotten into trouble just by looking at those delicate little buttons.

His face changed drastically, and he scolded, "Why are you so naughty, child? You want to touch everything you see. I'm going to give you a good beating, aren't I?"

As he spoke, he turned around and looked around for any suitable tools.

Yu Jiamu reached out to stop her.

"It's okay, I'll take it back to the shop to get it repaired. Don't hit the child."

The woman quickly said, "Thank you, thank you, I'm so sorry."

After saying this, she pulled the boy and hurried outside, as if afraid that the man would change his mind.

Lin Zhenzhen stared at her back and suddenly thought of some things from a long time ago.

The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, causing her to look away.

Yu Jiamu smiled at her and said, "Teacher Ling, it's time to leave now, are you free?"

Lin Zhenzhen pushed him away, slung her bag over her shoulder, and strode out the door.

Yu Jiamu grabbed her hand.

His voice, however, was filled with undisguised joy: "Why are you still jealous? It seems I shouldn't call you 'little kid' or 'little fool' anymore. 'Little Jealous Pot' is the most appropriate."

Lin Zhenzhen shook off his hand and continued walking.

Yu Jiamu shouted back with a laugh.

"We've gone the wrong way. We need to go to another place first."

Outside the Chen family villa.

Lin Zhenzhen turned her head to look at Yu Jiamu, her expression puzzled.

Yu Jiamu put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "No matter what happens later, you only need to do one thing."

Lin Zhenzhen looked up at him.

Yu Jiamu's eyes became more serious.

"That is to trust me."

Lin Zhenzhen's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded.

The two entered the Chen family's gate in such an intimate manner.

Wen Hongying stood at the door with a forced smile on her face, as if she had come here specifically to welcome the two of them.

"Jiamu, Xiaozhen, you're back."

She handed them two pairs of brand-new slippers.

Lin Zhenzhen noticed that it seemed to be made of the same material as the shoes she was wearing.

Seeing her bend down to take off her slippers, Wen Hongying asked with concern, "If it's inconvenient for Xiaozhen, would you like to sit down to put them on?"

Lin Zhenzhen quickly shook her head.

Even if it's to show off one's virtue, this excessive attentiveness is a bit much.

Yu Jiamu, however, did not seem to feel anything was wrong. He naturally handed Lin Zhenzhen's bag to Wen Hongying.

Their manner clearly indicated that they already regarded her as a servant of the Chen family.

Wen Hongying's smile froze slightly.

"Jiamu."

Mr. Yu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, raised his hand to him.

Yu Jiamu pulled Lin Zhenzhen over.

Walking up to him, Yu Jiamu stopped and said, "Father, you've come."

Unlike their last meeting, Lin Zhenzhen could clearly sense a subtle change in the atmosphere.

In particular, the focus of this change seems to be on themselves.

Mr. Yu looked at the two people's tightly clasped hands and smiled, giving a soft "hmm".

He then turned his gaze to Lin Zhenzhen: "Good girl, you've worked hard."

Lin Zhenzhen: ? ? ?

This really confused her.

Seeing her standing there blankly without reacting, Yu Jiamu smiled and said, "It's really hard work, so I have to take good care of her."

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes; she still remembered Yu Jiamu's words.

No matter what happens, just trust him.

So now she needs to cooperate with his performance and can't show any surprise.

Chen Houwen also looked at Lin Zhenzhen with a smile.

That look in his eyes was different from the previous condescending pity; it contained more appreciation, or rather, a hint of ingratiation.

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