"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Are you still feeling unwell?" A Lei walked to the refrigerator, took out two eggs, and then took out a packet of oatmeal.

When he asked, Qin Xiaoyu finally understood where the injury on his arm came from—it was from her biting and scratching him. She quietly slipped to a chair and sat down, not daring to say anything.

"My great-uncle is away in a meeting. I've asked him to give all the staff the day off, leaving us with an empty building. What do you think?"

"Wow, that's great!" Qin Xiaoyu certainly enjoyed the time alone with her boyfriend.

“I had no choice. If we had kept them, we wouldn’t have had to cook for ourselves. But you have high standards. You want them on the stairs, on the sofa, on the windowsill… I can only clear the area for you.” A Lei shrugged.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" Qin Xiaoyu, though a novice driver, was still stubborn. She puffed out her cheeks and assumed a fighting stance.

"No rush, let's eat first. Only when we're well-fed can we think... My Chinese is really bad, tell me, think about what?" Qin Xiaoyu was so angry at Ah Lei, that mischievous rascal, that she raised her hand to hit him, but then she felt sorry for him when she saw the injury on her arm.

Whether she was genuinely hungry or simply found A Lei's cooking delicious, Qin Xiaoyu devoured everything in a flash, practically licking the plate clean.

“You’re nothing like the women I know.” Are shook his head.

"How so?" Qin Xiaoyu asked curiously.

“They would say, ‘Oh no, I can’t eat this, I’ll get fat. This calorie count is equivalent to three hours of exercise, oh no!’” A Lei mimicked perfectly.

"There's nothing I can do, I just can't gain weight no matter how much I eat," Qin Xiaoyu boasted.

"Not fat? I remember who gained two pounds? Let me verify." As A Lei spoke, he leaned closer, and Qin Xiaoyu took off running.

In the living room, A Lei pushed her onto the sofa.

"Didn't you say you were going to demonstrate for me? Let's start from here." Although that's what A Lei said, he still took the initiative. New drivers are prone to accidents, so he still needed to guide them.

The silk robe was so smooth it was impossible to touch. Qin Xiaoyu, like a fish, wiggled a few times, and A Lei was already intoxicated.

In his gentle embrace, Qin Xiaoyu's tense heart relaxed, and a little joy slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. She floated up towards a ray of light, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks...

"Old driver, hmm?" A Lei whispered in her ear.

"We're on our way..." Qin Xiaoyu was overjoyed; Zhou Yue hadn't lied to her.

Well, then they tried the stairs, the windowsill...

The third day was the day for the bride to return to her parents' home. They didn't return to the villa with gifts until almost noon.

"Tsk tsk." Zhou Yue shook her head in surprise.

Qin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at her.

"Where is Third Sister?" The guests who had come from afar were a little worried about leaving her here for two days.

"Third Sister Lei is a really nice person," Zhou Xing's mother praised.

"She's a really nice person, with a straightforward personality..." Qin Xiaoyu's mouth dropped open. If it weren't for her third sister's nearly 1.8-meter height, she really wouldn't have recognized that the person wearing baggy military pants and a men's blue striped shirt was her third sister.

Her cloth shoes were covered in mud, and she carried a basket in one hand and a basin in the other, filled with purple grapes covered in frost.

“Little thing, it’s delicious, have a taste. Hmm?” Third Sister suddenly tilted her head, looked Qin Xiaoyu and A Lei over carefully, shook her head and said, “Young people, you don’t know how to control yourselves, you’ve both lost weight.”

Qin Xiaoyu then understood what Zhou Yue meant by "tsk tsk". She quickly returned to her room, looked in the mirror, and noticed that her chin had become sharper.

No wonder they laughed at them; if it weren't for the three-day homecoming ceremony, they wouldn't have been willing to get out of bed.

Laifu stayed here and wasn't brought over; he and the cake were vying for A Lei's attention. Zhou Xing's mother served Qin Xiaoyu a bowl of white fungus, lotus seed, and longan soup, watching her drink it all.

Now, even a steamed bun tastes delicious to Qin Xiaoyu; they haven't eaten much in the past two days.

When they sat down at the table, the whole family was speechless as they watched the two of them wolf down their food.

"We also need to build a nursery," Commander Zhou sighed.

"It's a good thing to have a new baby." Zhou Xing's mother's tone was very relaxed, not at all like a grandmother who was exhausted by her three grandchildren.

Bai Jingye's name is fitting; he is indeed extremely dedicated. He personally delivered the developed photos to his home.

"Look, that's what you call skill." Wang Lei's name is very fitting; he is upright and never hesitates to praise others.

Bai Jingye's skill level is truly high; he managed to capture the feel of a Hollywood still from a wedding banquet.

Perhaps it's his sensitive nature that allows him to capture the psychology of his subjects, so each photograph is like a work of art, unrelated to beauty or ugliness, but containing endless meaning.

Especially the picture of Qin Xiaoyu throwing the bouquet, which captures all aspects of human life.

Qin Xiaoyu tilted her head back, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her little tiger teeth peeking out mischievously. Half a flower had already flown away, tracing a perfect arc. A Lei stood beside her, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Xiao Jin took large strides, opening her mouth wide as if afraid of missing the flower. Third Sister, taking advantage of her height, remained still, simply extending a long arm to intercept it.

Zhou Xing's mother clapped and laughed, but there were tears in her eyes. Xiao Si's sister-in-law stretched out her hand, her eyes wide open, and her mouth seemed to be helping Xiao Jin.

"This is my favorite photo too." Qin Xiaoyu stroked the photo and pressed it against her chest.

“I like this one the most.” Lisheng jumped over, pulled out the next photo, which showed Xiaojin falling face-first into the mud, her bouquet scattered in pieces.

"Give it to me! Destroy it!" Xiao Jin panicked and tried to grab it.

"You'll have to pay to get it back! Ouch!" Just as Li Sheng finished speaking, he was stabbed hard in the back of the chest. Zhou Yue was standing behind him.

Say it again.

"Mom, I was wrong." Lisheng dared not mention the word "redemption" again, and Zhou Yue dragged him away by the ear to give him a lecture.

"This child is too quick-witted. If he goes into business with Xiaoyu in the future, he'll definitely be worth two people," Zhou Xing's mother sighed.

Qin Xiaoyu understood that Lisheng was a gifted but misguided individual. If raised properly, such a child could become a pillar of society. If not, he could also become a villain.

Zhou Yue has a long way to go and a heavy responsibility ahead.

Their first stop was still Shanghai, which was at Mrs. Fang's insistence, as they wanted to hold another wedding in Shanghai.

Qin Xiaoyu had protested; getting engaged was already troublesome enough, and having a wedding again would be a waste of time and money.

“If we don’t have the wedding in Shanghai, in these people’s eyes you will always be my fiancée, or there will be rumors that the Fang family doesn’t like you. These people are very snobbish.” A Lei didn’t want to cause trouble, but he had no choice.

Qin Xiaoyu wasn't one to waste money, so she went to Shanghai carrying both her wedding dress and a traditional Chinese wedding gown.

Upon seeing her wedding dress, Mrs. Fang stared at it for a long time before nodding and saying, "It's not as bad as she described."

She is Miranda.

Qin Xiaoyu's heart finally settled down; gaining Madam Fang's approval was already a remarkable achievement.

However, she also knew in her heart that the wedding dress was made of Song brocade, which gave her an advantage.