Do I Have No Shame?

After the doctor finished the examination, he packed up his medical kit. "The CEO is recovering very well. With gradual physical rehabilitation, he'll return to how he was before."

Xu Yanche finally relaxed.

[That's good, that's good. But after He Qing lay in bed for two years, can that thing still be used?]

Upon hearing this, everyone in the He Household, intentionally or otherwise, glanced beneath He Qing's waist.

The tiny bit of affection He Qing had just begun to feel for his little wife vanished instantly.

He felt this person had simply been sent to anger him to death.

He was perfectly capable.

Xu Yanche stroked He Qing's hand.

[Sigh, how am I supposed to remind He Yumo to give me the three hundred million? Would directly asking make me seem like I'm obsessed with money? But what if I don't ask and they forget?]

[That's three hundred million! Ahhh, how am I supposed to bring it up?]

Thinking of something, Xu Yanche looked at He Qing. With a shy, embarrassed expression, he said, "Um, Qingqing Darling, when I came here, I brought along a dowry cat. You'll let me keep it, right?"

[I almost forgot about Zero Zero. If he dares refuse, I'll wait until he's asleep tonight, put Zero Zero on his face, and have Zero Zero fart right at him until he dies from the stench.]

Everyone in the He Household: "..." Xu Yanche really did seem a little mentally unstable.

He Qing pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do as you please." This little wife of his was rather troublesome.

Xu Yanche happily cheered, kissed He Qing on the cheek, then merrily went to pack his luggage.

He was joining the production tomorrow, so he needed to pack quickly.

He Yumo and Jiang Qian watched their son's bashful expression and chuckled as they headed downstairs.

He Jing also found an opportunity to sneak away.

But before she even reached the door, she heard Xu Yanche's devilish whisper. "He Jing, remember to memorize fifteen words and two ancient poems tomorrow morning. You'll write them out from memory for me afterward. From now on, it'll be like this every day. Even if I'm not home, you still need to record videos of yourself reciting them."

He Jing's heart shattered.

The surroundings seemed to fall silent, leaving only the sound of her defenses crumbling.

She looked at her brother, hoping he would say something for her.

He Qing gave He Jing a cold, emotionless glance. "You chose this path yourself. Bear the consequences."

He Jing could only miserably go memorize them.

Xu Yanche hummed as he packed in the walk-in closet.

All the clothes he had brought were ones prepared by the He Household.

He had not brought any of the clothes he had bought before.

He was rich now and needed to learn how to enjoy himself. Besides, whenever he went out now, he represented the He Household's image.

After packing, Xu Yanche carried his suitcase downstairs and set it by the entrance.

He planned to go to the first-floor study, read his script, and supervise He Jing's recitation at the same time.

Halfway there, he remembered that he seemed to have left his script on He Qing's bed.

He tiptoed upstairs.

He arrived outside He Qing's room.

Rather than entering right away, he cautiously poked his head out and looked inside.

Then he met a pair of eyes.

Xu Yanche was scared out of his wits.

He immediately jumped backward on the spot. "Ghost!"

He Qing felt slightly satisfied as he watched the thoroughly frightened Xu Yanche before him.

But before he could enjoy that feeling for long, Xu Yanche glared at him.

Xu Yanche was furious, itching to pin He Qing down and beat him into a QR code.

[Fuck, if he weren't one of my Gods of Wealth, I'd have pinned him to the floor and beaten him into a QR code already.]

He Qing: "..."

Xu Yanche pushed past He Qing and walked straight in.

He picked up the script from the bed and took it downstairs.

After supervising He Jing's studying in the study for a while,

the two of them went out to eat.

He Qing also came downstairs for dinner.

He was just walking a little slowly.

Xu Yanche sat on his chair and watched for a while without stepping forward to help.

None of the household servants stepped forward to help either.

[Isn't anyone going to help him? At that snail's pace, when will we ever eat? I'm starving to death. Checking He Jing's recitation just now pissed me off so much. I need comfort food.]

He Yumo and Jiang Qian looked at He Jing.

He Jing immediately waved her hands, indicating that she had been memorizing very seriously, but her brain simply was not very useful.

In the end, after hesitating again and again,

Xu Yanche stood up, scooped up He Qing, who was slowly making his way down the stairs, in a bridal carry, and placed him on a chair.

Everyone in the He Household was dumbfounded.

He Yumo and Jiang Qian exchanged a look. Could their son be the one on the bottom?

He Jing: !!! Her brother actually had such a delicate side. What a rare sight.

He Qing: ...Did he have no shame?

He Qing's expression had already been cold, but now it looked even worse.

Xu Yanche was delighted when he saw everyone was present.

They could eat now.

He handed everyone a bun from the basket. "Eat up, eat up. Dad, hurry to work after you finish eating. Little sister, hurry to school after you finish eating. If I find out you didn't study properly at school, the stone table in the study will be your fate."

[If you don't study properly, I'll beat your head into your stomach.]

He Jing shrank her neck and lowered her head to eat.

He Yumo smacked his lips. Was the household about to change?

Xu Yanche saw He Qing about to speak and immediately stuffed a bun into his mouth, plugging it shut. "Qingqing Darling, hurry and eat."

He Qing: "..."

He Qing: Hmph, man, you have successfully caught my attention.

During the meal, Xu Yanche upheld his fine moral character.

He served everyone food.

"Dad, eat more. Mom, try this; it's good for beauty. Little sister, have more of this. It helps your brain grow."

"Here, Qingqing Darling, eat more carrots."

[Hahaha, I'm so smart. I should give myself a thumbs-up for my wit.]

Hmph, he had finally given away all the dishes he disliked. The rest were all dishes he liked.

The He Household did not know Xu Yanche's true intentions and all thought he was very considerate.

Zero Zero, who knew the truth, fell silent.

It had originally thought its host was innocent, but now it seemed that was not the case.

It sprawled on the bay window, basking in the sun.

Zero Zero: ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh, why think so much? Enjoy the moment.

After dinner, He Yumo went to work, Jiang Qian went out to spend time with her best friend, and He Jing went to school.

Only He Qing and Xu Yanche remained at home.

He Qing was in the living room, bracing himself against the wall as he slowly walked for rehabilitation.

Xu Yanche sat on the sofa beside the bay window.

A ginger cat was curled up on his lap.

He was seriously reading his script.

Sunlight streamed in from outside the window, casting Xu Yanche in a layer of golden light.

The scene was warm and beautiful.

He Qing: He had to admit that his little wife was exceptionally good-looking.

Just now, he had read the information his father sent him and learned about Xu Yanche's situation at his current entertainment company over the past year or so.

They actually dared treat his wife like that. That company deserved to go bankrupt.