"Baji", a crisp sound was heard, and he continued to raise his hand. Qin Rouan immediately held his hand to stop his movement.

"What are you doing?"

These words, filled with heartache and love, immediately dispelled the dark clouds in Zhu Mingchuan's heart, and his mood brightened up again.

"Wife, I know you care about me the most!"

He held his wife's hand tightly, his eyes gentle and affectionate.

Qin Rouan stroked his face that had just been hit with his other hand, his brows furrowed, and his heart felt as painful as if it had been pricked by a needle.

My wife feels sorry for me!

Zhu Mingchuan didn’t feel any pain at all from the beating just now. Now he just wanted to hit himself hard again. Didn’t he see that his wife’s eyes were full of love for him?

He covered Qin Rouan's hand and comforted her softly, "Wife, I don't feel any pain, really, it doesn't hurt at all."

Qin Rouan didn't know whether he was in pain or not, but she felt an indescribable pain welling up in her heart, gushing out from the depths of her heart, surging like a tide, swallowing her up like an army.

Her heart felt heavy, as if it was pressed down by countless stones, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Wife, you're not angry anymore, are you?"

Zhu Mingchuan asked himself with a pair of eyes similar to his "daughter's".

"I'm not angry. I'm tired and want to rest." Qin Rouan refused to look him in the eye.

"Okay, okay, you should rest, rest quickly." Zhu Mingchuan agreed hurriedly.

Zhu Mingchuan walked out, still wondering: Doesn't my family not allow pumpkins on the table? Yueyue actually ate it today!

Strange, so strange!