His thought process momentarily confused Su Xueli.
She quickly calmed down and said, "This is called mutual respect."
"Then respect me this once more. Don't stay at your parents' house. I'll go back with you to visit them and then come back."
Su Xueli's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be nonchalant and teased, "Why won't you let me stay at my parents' house? You can't bear to part with me?"
Wei Mingshen pursed his lips and denied it: "No, it's a waste of your time to go back and forth to your parents' home. You have to take the thatch back, weave it, and then bring it back for me to color. It's troublesome and delays the work. Why bother?"
Su Xueli nodded and said, "But I want to stay at my parents' house for a few days."
“You’re all grown up now, you’re not breastfeeding anymore, you should focus on making money. Listen to me, go back and check on things, come back tonight.” He coaxed her.
Su Xueli muttered to herself, "Such a petty mind."
But she felt warm inside.
Wei Mingshen admitted, "Yes, I am petty. I'm afraid you'll go see him and cheat on me. So, please respect me and don't stay at your parents' house anymore. After we get divorced, you can stay at your parents' house every day."
Su Xueli's hand trembled as she held the wine glass, spilling wine onto her hand.
My heart, which had just begun to feel a little warm, suddenly plunged into an ice cellar.
Fortunately, the "Farewell My Concubine" dish arrived. She scooped the meat and broth into a small bowl and ate it voraciously, which seemed to warm her heart a little.
"Well, have you made up your mind?" Wei Mingshen asked her.
Su Xueli nodded: "I've thought it over. I'll listen to you. Making money is the priority. I won't stay there anymore."
"Haha, my wife always listens to her man. Where can you find such a good wife?" Wei Mingshen happily downed more than half a glass of wine in one gulp.
"This dish is so expensive, hurry up and eat it, and finish all the soup!" Su Xueli said, stuffing meat into her mouth.
Meat tastes so good these days; chicken tastes like chicken, and turtle tastes like turtle.
Wei Mingshen watched her eat so heartily, his eyes full of smiles, even a hint of doting affection.
But neither he nor she knew.
"I'll go pay the bill." He got up and walked towards the counter.
"Hey, isn't it my treat?" she stopped him.
He winked at her, "I was afraid you'd be too heartbroken to sleep."
"How annoying." She laughed.
As the two walked out of the restaurant, Su Xueli asked him, "Weren't you going to rip me off? What happened, you ended up ripping yourself off?"
Wei Mingshen said, "I made a little money from the last sale, and I was thinking of treating you to a meal. This is the perfect opportunity."
Su Xueli's expression froze.
In his past life, he never took her to a restaurant, but he often went to restaurants to eat and drink because of his business.
"What's wrong? Are you too touched to speak?" He ruffled her hair.
She slapped his hand, saying, "Please have some self-respect."
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