A month after moving into the newly purchased school district house with his wife, Qi Du found that his possessiveness was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
At the beginning, he would take his wife to high-end restaurants or private high-end entertainment venues, and he would be satisfied when he saw his wife having fun.
But gradually, the sight of those around him spying on his wife made him feel very uneasy, and he wanted to hide his wife at home.
In particular, there was one time when he took his wife to listen to a concert of a popular singer. Because they bought VIP seats, they sat in the front row with the best view.
The female singer on the stage was halfway through her song when she saw her wife wearing a mask. Her eyes lit up immediately and she came over to ask for her autograph regardless of the occasion.
Fortunately, the security on the scene and the bodyguards brought by Qi Du did not lose their minds and stopped the fanatical fans who saw the close-up shots on the big screen.
Before the concert was over, Qi Du secretly wiped away two tears.
Because my wife signed autographs and took photos with the singer and a few other girls.
However, Su Ci noticed Qi Du's bad mood, and only managed to cheer him up by showing off her lipstick-covered body and firm chest and abdominal muscles.
On the next day, Su Ci received lipsticks, lip glosses, lip polishes from various beauty brands... so many that they needed a separate shelf to store them.
Su Ci actually doesn't like to wear makeup, because the effect on her face is almost the same whether she wears makeup or not, unless she deliberately makes herself look ugly to cover up her appearance.
Under the young man's expectant gaze, Su Ci searched online for makeup tutorial videos, ready to satisfy her boyfriend's sense of accomplishment.
In the video, the female blogger begins to introduce the skin care process.
Qi Du clenched his hands at his sides, his deep eyes suddenly narrowed.
"Honey, let me put on a hand mask first and help you with your skincare and makeup, okay?"
He didn't like his wife's focused gaze on others, especially the comment section of the female blogger, where many people commented "Sister Tietie".
Qi Du didn't want his wife to be influenced by these weird comments in terms of her sexual orientation.
Su Ci habitually rubbed the hair on the top of the little boy's head, and a soft smile appeared on her lips: "Well, A'du is becoming more and more sensible, I am very happy."
Is, is that so? Qi Du's nervous mood instantly relaxed.
His wife always understands and tolerates him, which makes him often feel guilty about his inappropriate jealousy, but at the same time it breeds an even stronger possessiveness of his wife.
With hard work and practice day after day, Qi Du's makeup skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was soon able to compete with professional makeup artists.
Su Ci would always reward the young lady with a kiss after putting on her makeup, leaving a rosy mark sometimes on her cheeks and sometimes on her collarbone.
To be honest, when there was a kiss mark on his face, Qi Du didn't want to wash it. He wanted to go out and show off as proof of his wife's love for him.
Every time after being kissed by his wife, his cheeks and heart felt hot, and his cerebral cortex felt numb. The feeling of being in ecstasy made him look dazed.
But this sense of accomplishment could not satisfy Qi Du for too long.
Soon, he found himself envious of men who could cook and whose wives had dishes prepared by top chefs for three meals a day.
Qi Du got caught up in an uncontrollable obsession and bought more than a dozen classic cookbooks. He even blew up the kitchen more than a dozen times while his wife was in class...
Finally, his hard work paid off. He learned the basic cooking methods of the eight dishes and is now devoting himself to mastering more sophisticated culinary skills.
In just two months, when Mrs. Qi finished her business trip abroad and learned that her son had moved out of the old house, she came to visit him with various gifts.
I was surprised to find Qi Du holding a spatula and wearing an apron, looking like a virtuous househusband.
"...Qi Du?"
The changes were so great that Mrs. Qi suspected for a moment that she had come to the wrong place.
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