Who is it?

This way.

As soon as Xize entered, he sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off.

His eyes darkened: "What happened? Did Miss Yue experience any adverse reactions?"

"No." Di Wu Hua slapped the table, "It's the Luo Family!"

Xize looked at the shattered stone table: "..."

He believed it.

Everyone in Hua Country really knows Kung Fu.

Di Wu Hua briefly recounted the earlier events, scoffing coldly, "They don't want Yueyue, do they really think Yueyue wants to marry them? Their family is so poor, our Yueyue wouldn't care for them."

"Makes sense." Xize nodded in agreement for the first time, "I saw they were dressed quite shabbily, probably don't have any gold at home, not even enough to cheat."

Unlike him, so affluent.

"Big brother and third brother accompanied grandpa to the Ancient Martial World, they won't be back until tomorrow." Di Wu Hua pushed open the bedroom door, "Let's not let Yueyue know about the engagement annulment."

Xize slightly bowed his head.

The young girl lay on the bed, peaceful and serene.

So well-behaved and gentle, completely unlike the troublemaker who used to poke beehives and catch frogs in the river when she was younger.

The phone rang at this moment.

Xize answered immediately: "Boss."

"Hmm." Ying Zijin's voice was slightly hoarse, "How is Yueyue?"

"No danger to her life." Xize glanced at the sleeping Di Wu Yue, "Just worried about any potential aftereffects."

"I understand." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "I'll head to the capital the day after tomorrow, take good care of her."

"Of course." Xize furrowed his brows, recalling the earlier incident with the Luo Family, "Boss, about that—

"What is it?"

"Nothing." Xize paused, quickly changing the subject, "I just wanted to ask, when are we going gold hunting together?"

Such trivial matters, it's better not to trouble Ying Zijin.

He could handle it himself.

Di Wu Yue sacrificed so much for Ying Zijin, taking care of her was only right.

Little girls need to be looked after with great care.

Back in the early 18th century, he had visited Hua Country and interacted with some Feng Shui families.

But as for this Luo Family, he had never heard of them.

What is it even?

Hearing this, the girl's voice turned cold: "Oh, goodbye."

Xize: "..."

Their boss was becoming increasingly heartless.

Xize put away his phone and got up: "I'll go brew some medicine."

Di Wu Hua patted her head.

Originally, she thought that Xize, being the ruler of the Lorentz Family, would live a life with at least eighty servants tending to his every need.

At first, she was a bit resistant to Xize's arrival.

But over the past few days, her impression had changed.

Unexpectedly, this ruler could not only play chess with their grandpa but also cook.

**

The next day.

In Shanghai City.

At the courtyard gate.

Ling Mianxi quietly sneaked to the backyard and peeked, "It's already half past eleven, Ah Ying hasn't gotten up yet."

Ying Zijin never had the habit of sleeping in.

Today was quite unusual.

But everyone understood the reason behind this unusualness.

The door to the bridal chamber was still tightly shut.

On the bed.

The red bed curtains were lifted.

Ying Zijin turned over, her eyes half-opened, drowsy.

Her long eyelashes were tinged with moisture, making her look even more alluring.

At this moment, a hand pressed on her shoulder and then moved to her waist: "Where does it hurt?"

Ying Zijin's fingers trembled slightly and she grabbed his fingers, her gaze cool: "Devil, stop pressing me."

She felt that if he continued, her plans for the day would fail.

"Yaoyao, don't worry." Fu Yunshen was calm, "I have strong self-control, trust me."

Ying Zijin: "… I don't quite trust you."

For the whole day and night, he had been using such words to deceive her.

And then she couldn't get out of bed.

"This time it's true." Fu Yunshen lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, "For the future, we must practice temperance this time."

Ying Zijin turned away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

This was called practicing temperance?

But Fu Yunshen's massage skills were indeed excellent.

Plus, being an ancient martial artist, he was well-versed in human acupoints.

Ying Zijin lay down on the bed and quickly drifted back to sleep.

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes lowered, he raised his hand to gently rub her head: "Happy honeymoon, little one."

After so many lifetimes, he finally held her entirely in his embrace.

A few minutes later, Fu Yunshen got up.

After dressing, he went out.

Many people were gathered in the hall, and upon seeing him come out, they all fell silent in unison.

But each had a gossipy look in their eyes.

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