"Mom, don't worry. I've already finished the first-grade textbooks. No matter where I sit, I can get a perfect score on the test."

Shen Mingzhu was amused and couldn't help but reach out and touch his fair cheek, "Whose son is so amazing? Oh, it's mine!"

The three words "my home" brought sweetness and joy to Pei Ziheng's snow-white face.

He is my mother's son! My mother is his too!

"Son, why don't you consider learning something else? Like painting, piano, or chess."

Pei Ziheng thought about it seriously and said, "I want to learn martial arts so that I can protect you, my mother, when I grow up."

Shen Mingzhu was so touched by her son's words that she hugged his little head and gave him a big kiss.

Pei Ziheng's little face turned red from being kissed, and his dark eyes twinkled like stars.

…

When Zhao Yun returned home, his father Zhao Dafa had already returned. He was drunk and was leaning on the sofa to rest.

Hearing the noise, Zhao Dafa opened his eyelids, glanced at his son and asked casually, "Where have you been again? You're back so late."

Zhao Yun casually threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and Ge You lay on the sofa, imitating Zhao Dafa.

"I went to Pei Ziheng's house."

During this period, Zhao Dafa heard Pei Ziheng's name a lot, but he didn't pay much attention to it. "Have you eaten yet?"

The only two things Zhao Dafa cared about his son were: whether he had enough food to eat and whether he had money to spend.

Speaking of food, Zhao Yun became more energetic. "Dad, please find me a stepmother, someone like Pei Ziheng's mother, gentle, pretty, and a good cook."

Zhao Dafa stared blankly, "Are you dreaming? I want a wife like this, where can I find one?"

Zhao Yun looked down on him, "You can't even find a wife, you're useless."

"What did you say?" Zhao Dafa took off one of his shoes. "You little bastard, are you getting nervous?"

Zhao Yun stood up and ran towards the room, shouting as he ran: "I'm not wrong, you're just an old loser who can't find a wife!"

"Stop right there, or I'll beat you to death today!"

"Come in if you can, come in and beat me!"

"Come out!"

"Come in!"

The father and son were fighting fiercely through the door.

…

On the eve of the engagement party, Shen Mingzhu went to the bank and bought a small gold bar, intending to give it to Zhong Qing as an engagement gift.

Shen Mingzhu put a lot of thought into this engagement gift. If it was too expensive, she couldn't afford it, and if it was too cheap, she wouldn't be able to give it away. So she decided to give something affordable and value-for-money.

At night, Shen Mingzhu applied the pearl powder mask she had prepared herself in front of the dressing mirror, hoping that her skin would be in better condition for the engagement banquet the next day.

Pei Yang sat on the bed admiring the gold bars that Shen Mingzhu gave to Zhong Qing.

"You are so generous. You worked so hard to earn a little money, but you gave away half of it right away."

Shen Mingzhu replied while applying the facial mask: "I can't bear to give it up, but there's nothing I can do. When I got married, she gave me a jade bracelet and a wedding dress. Those two items combined are much more valuable than this."

Pei Yang was curious, "She was already engaged, so why did she give you the wedding dress? Why didn't she keep it for herself?"

"She said the marriage was arranged by her family and she didn't like it."

Shen Mingzhu glanced at his muscular body and said simply, "He is obsessed with lust."

For lust? So you're praising him for being handsome?

"So who do you think is more handsome, me or Yan Yi?"

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him and asked, "Why do you want to compete with Yan Yi?"

"Don't worry about it, just answer me."

Shen Mingzhu deliberately hesitated for a long time before answering, "You."

Pei Yang instantly smiled like a child who had eaten candy, with a look of satisfaction on his face, "Wife, you have such good taste!"

Shen Mingzhu rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly thought of something and asked teasingly, "When you and Zhou Shuhuan went to Shen Baolan's house first, she didn't like you but Zhou Shuhuan. What do you think?"

"Then don't be unhappy with what I said."

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"You go first."

"Then I won't say anything."

"Forget it."

Seeing that she seemed unhappy, Pei Yang gave in, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you, but let me make it clear first that I absolutely do not have any improper thoughts about Shen Baolan."

"I was also deceived by the matchmaker. Before the blind date, she praised Shen Baolan like a flower, saying that she was capable, hardworking, and efficient. Anyway, in the matchmaker's words, except for her appearance, Shen Baolan is better than you in every way."

"At that time, I was determined to find a woman who could take care of Ziheng. After listening to the matchmaker, I naturally preferred Shen Baolan. You can't blame me for this, right?"

Shen Mingzhu smiled, "Well, I don't blame you. Go on."

Pei Yang observed her expression and felt a little unsure, but he still continued to speak, "She didn't like me, and I felt very uncomfortable. I felt that I was no worse than Shuhuan, so why did she look down on me? At the same time, I was worried because Ziheng was still so young. If I married a wife who knew nothing and brought her home, how would you two live in the future?"

"But after seeing you in person, I had only one thought: it's good that Shen Baolan didn't like me."

Pei Yang rested his elbows on the dressing table, looking at her with deep eyes, as if he was lost in sweet memories. "When I took you out of the village, you followed me quietly, step by step. As I walked, I thought, this is my wife, I must treat her well in the future."

"After we got the certificate, at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, you stared at me eagerly, blinking your eyes until my heart almost melted."

"Mingzhu, the fact that we can be husband and wife is man-made, but also God's will."

Shen Mingzhu agreed with the last sentence.

If it wasn't arranged by God, she wouldn't have come here.

If she hadn't come here, she would be in her second year of graduate school now, her number of fans would have exceeded 10 million, and she would have a large apartment that she bought with full payment, her favorite car, and her millions in savings.

She came here for no apparent reason, and she had no idea who benefited from her wealth in the end.

Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard the man say, "Wife, you look like a female ghost."

Shen Mingzhu looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale. If she went downstairs, it would probably scare a lot of people to death.

Before she could say anything, the man kissed her on the cheek, "Even if she's a ghost, she's still my wife, and I like her too."

Shen Mingzhu pushed him away in disgust, and put the mask on the areas on her face that were rubbed off in front of the mirror, while asking him if he wanted to go to the engagement party tomorrow.

Pei Yang seemed to enjoy this kind of solitude and intimacy. He lay on his side on the bed and watched her fiddling with her face. "I won't go. I'm not familiar with Zhong Qing, and I don't know her fiancé. It would be awkward if I went."

Shen Mingzhu looked at him, "You've seen her fiancé."