Wife, You're So Good

Early the next morning.

Su Minghui and Su Leyun were having breakfast in the dining room. Su Leyun had not fully woken up and fell asleep again halfway through eating.

Zhou Guomin got up later than usual. Zheng Xiuru, on the other hand, had risen with the other servants to prepare breakfast and looked positively refreshed.

Su Minghui took a bite of the fried egg Zheng Xiuru had served, frowned, and pushed it aside. "It's overcooked. I suddenly don't feel like eating it. Take it away and throw it out."

"No need. It looks fine to me. I'll eat it." Zhou Guomin pulled the plate directly over, sat beside Su Minghui, and began wolfing it down.

Su Minghui rested her chin on her hand as she watched Zhou Guomin. He looked as though he had been drained dry—not only listless, but with darker circles under his eyes than usual. He must have spent the whole night fooling around with Zheng Xiuru and had worn himself out.

Su Minghui smiled meaningfully and patted his shoulder. "We aren't young anymore. You need to know moderation and get proper rest."

Zhou Guomin looked up in shock, thinking Su Minghui had discovered something. Then he heard her continue, "You can't work yourself too hard either. The children and I still have to rely on you."

Zhou Guomin sighed in relief and casually said, "What can I do? The company can't function without me handling all its big and small matters."

He had clearly only crawled out of Zheng Xiuru's bed at dawn, yet he made it sound as if he had worked overtime all night. Su Minghui took a sip of water, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Zheng Xiuru brought Su Minghui a fresh breakfast. The two ate quietly for a few bites before Su Minghui's gaze suddenly fell on Zhou Guomin's neck. Several conspicuous red and purple marks covered it. She frowned and knowingly asked, "What's on your neck? Come here and let me take a look."

Zhou Guomin instinctively tugged up his collar to hide the marks on his neck. He stood and moved several steps away from Su Minghui, guiltily making up an excuse. "What could it be? Probably mosquito bites."

Zheng Xiuru had gotten too carried away the night before, clinging to his neck like a vampire and sucking on it for several minutes. When he looked in the mirror that morning, his whole neck was covered in hickeys. He had deliberately rummaged through everything to find a turtleneck sweater to cover them, yet Su Minghui had still spotted them.

Su Minghui could not help wanting to roll her eyes. Zhou Guomin's excuse was utterly terrible! Never mind that she was already a mother of three—how could she possibly mistake hickeys for mosquito bites? Besides, it was December in the Imperial Capital, weather cold enough to send even poisonous snakes into hibernation, yet Zhou Guomin had somehow been bitten by a mosquito and developed such a huge welt.

And such a massive one at that. What kind of prehistoric mosquito had a mouth like that?

Zhou Guomin really thought everyone else was an idiot!

She speared a piece of bacon, took a bite, and smiled. "That mosquito must have had quite a big mouth."

Zhou Guomin's gaze wandered, repeatedly flicking toward Zheng Xiuru, who stood behind Su Minghui.

"Zheng Xiuru." Su Minghui suddenly called her name, startling both of them into a shudder. Zheng Xiuru responded softly, then heard Su Minghui instruct, "From now on, burn incense around the guest rooms every day. Kill all those big-mouthed mosquitoes. Don't let them disturb my husband's sleep."

Zhou Guomin felt that there was some other meaning behind Su Minghui's words, but he could not find anything wrong with them. He could only awkwardly gulp down his milk. "There's no need to go to so much trouble. One or two now and then won't matter."

Su Minghui shook her head. "Of course they matter."

"I heard that if you see one cockroach in your home, it means there are already plenty more. Mosquitoes must work the same way. I don't like my home being full of pests."

"Besides, husband, you're the pillar of the company now. Su Corporation depends entirely on you holding it up. If you don't sleep well and misread some document, that would be terrible."

Worried that continuing this topic would make Su Minghui suspicious, Zhou Guomin gave a dry laugh and did not respond, lowering his head to stuff himself with breakfast.

Zheng Xiuru's hand trembled slightly as she poured Su Minghui's milk. Several times, she nearly poured it outside the cup, yet she still answered, "Yes, Madam. I'll go fumigate later."

Seeing how guilty they looked, Su Minghui found it amusing. After enjoying the sight for a little longer, she took the initiative to change the subject.

"We visited Chu Yanxiao's school Christmas party last night. The children celebrated Christmas together, and it was quite lively."

Zhou Guomin replied, "Hasn't our family always avoided celebrating these foreign holidays?"

"Children like celebrating them nowadays. It's just an excuse to have fun together." Su Minghui turned to Zheng Xiuru. "Actually, I've felt guilty ever since I refused to let you bring your children here before. So I was thinking, why not take this opportunity during Christmas to bring your children over for the holiday and let you reunite with them?"

Zheng Xiuru stared at Su Minghui in disbelief. She had never expected Su Minghui to bring it up herself, and for a moment, she forgot to answer.

Zhou Guomin gave her a shove. "Madam is in a rare good mood. Don't miss your chance!"

She immediately came back to herself and nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Madam! I'll tell the children right away! They'll definitely be very happy!"

"I'll be happy if they're willing to come too." Su Minghui smiled faintly.

She had long wanted to see what kind of children Zhou Guomin would sacrifice his own biological son to bring into the Su Household. This was the perfect chance to meet them.

Zhou Guomin was happy too. He had been busy with company matters lately and had not seen the children for some time. He truly missed them a little.

"Wife, you're so good." He meant it sincerely.

Su Minghui smiled as well. "I'll be even better in the future. Just look forward to it."

In the blink of an eye, Christmas night arrived. The backyard of the Su Household villa was brightly lit. Su Minghui had specifically arranged for plenty of Christmas-themed decorations, along with numerous bonfires for warmth and light.

The most eye-catching decoration was a gigantic Christmas tree. Warm yellow string lights wound around it, embellished by star and snowflake ornaments, while the yellow five-pointed star at its top was especially striking.

Since it was Saturday, Su Minghui had specially arranged for someone to pick Su Yinan and Su Yibei up from school to celebrate together. As soon as the two brothers got home, they both gathered around Su Leyun.

For the holiday, Su Minghui had specially dressed Su Leyun in a little red romper and a tiny reindeer-shaped hat. Sitting neatly in his stroller, he looked exceptionally adorable.

Ever since Su Yinan discovered last time that he could hear Su Leyun's thoughts, he had kept thinking about his little brother. But seeing Su Leyun's sleepy expression, he looked entirely like an ordinary, pretty child. Su Yinan began to wonder whether those thoughts he had heard before had merely been his imagination.