Let's Try, Okay?

The two entered the room Lu Zhengrong had prepared together.

The luxury of the top-floor suite washed over them, and beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows lay River City's glittering nightscape.

The moment they entered a private space, they slipped back into the rhythm of an old married couple.

Lu Zhengrong seemed to have returned to that little cottage on the island, naturally slipping back into the role of a wife.

Lu Zhengrong pressed a button beside her, and the curtains slowly drew shut.

"Qingling, sit down first. I'll get you some water to sober you up."

She pointed to the broad, comfortable sofa in the middle of the living room, then headed for the bar counter in the open kitchen.

Shen Qingling sat down on the sofa. His collar hung slightly open, and his defenseless, languid appearance was even more devastating than his usual aloof restraint when sober.

Holding the glass of water, Lu Zhengrong looked at his profile under the soft lighting, her heart softening.

"Qingling, drink some water."

Rather than handing him the glass right away, she habitually took a small sip herself to test the temperature before offering it to him again.

"The temperature's just right. It isn't hot."

That little gesture carried an easy, familiar intimacy. During countless days on the island, she had always done this.

Whenever he came home from work or stayed up late reading, she would always offer him a cup of tea at just the right temperature.

Back then, she had clumsily yet earnestly learned how to be a good wife, turning all her love and unease into meticulous care for every aspect of his life.

She learned to cook and studied the flavors he liked. She memorized his habits and prepared everything before he needed it. Her gentleness seeped into