Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Lin Ruonan rubbed her stomach and sighed. "I don’t know either. My appetite’s been insanely good lately. Maybe the training tasks have been a bit heavy recently, I’m burning through too much."

"Then what do you want to eat? I’ll have the kitchen make it." As Gu Haoyu spoke he pulled out his phone, ready to take notes.

Seeing how serious he looked, Lin Ruonan rose on tiptoe and planted a smacking kiss on the side of his face. "Brother, you’re so sweet. If you keep spoiling me like this, by the time the honeymoon’s over my body fat is definitely going to be over the limit."

"It’s fine. Worst case, I’ll retire and just focus on being your Mrs. Gu." Gu Haoyu didn’t feel there was anything great about his wife being a guard—hard work, dangerous, and most importantly, as a Guard Team family member, he couldn’t accompany her.

The two of them walked and talked, completely unaware that someone behind them had already frozen in place.

That woman just now, laughing with her face full of springtime... is that really his own cold, noble, untouched-by-the-mortal-world older sister?

She had just... actually kissed Brother in public like that?

...

The shattered evening sunlight slanted in through the window, scattering mottled fragments of light across the floor.

Wang Xia stood in front of the dressing mirror, straightened her clothes, then gathered her messy long hair up. In the mirror there instantly appeared a young married woman with remarkable poise.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Wang Xia curled her lips in satisfaction, only to notice that the crow’s-feet at the corners of her eyes had deepened a little.

Her smile froze. She leaned in close to the mirror and carefully smoothed the corners of her eyes. Ever since Nan’an came back, she hadn’t gone to a beauty salon again. Even when those expensive cosmetics ran out, she couldn’t bear to go back to the counter to buy more, and started using Rong’s baby cream instead.

Women really do need maintenance.

She let out a soft sigh from the bottom of her heart, glanced at the wall clock, and saw that it was almost time.

She took out a lipstick that was already more than half used and dabbed on a bit. Then Wang Xia called into the room, "Rong, Mommy has to go out for a bit, I won’t be back to have dinner with you. Mommy already made your dinner, it’s in the kitchen. Just put it in the microwave and heat it for one minute and you can eat."

The room was utterly quiet, not a single sound came out.

Wang Xia was already used to this version of Hairong. She’d long since realized that whether she was home for dinner or not didn’t make any difference to him. In fact, a lot of the time, Hairong would deliberately avoid eating at the same table with her, or he’d wait until she finished before eating the leftovers that had already gone cold.

She didn’t know how much longer things would go on like this. Maybe sending him to a boarding aristocratic school really would be better. After enough time passed, he’d gradually forget about that incident. After all, she was his only family in this world.

But when she thought about the sky-high tuition at those aristocratic schools...

Wang Xia looked once more at the woman in the mirror, picked up the bag on the table, changed her shoes, and stepped out the door.

After walking only a few steps toward the bus stop, she looked down at the clothes she was wearing, and in the end still raised her hand to hail a taxi.

"Sir, to the Imperial City Railway Station," Wang Xia said, then took a small mirror from her bag and checked her makeup again.

"Heading to the station to pick up your husband, right?" the taxi driver said, glancing at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Wang Xia closed the small mirror and gave a slight smile, neither admitting nor denying it.

The driver went on, "Don’t ask me how I know. I’ve been driving this cab for so many years—just from how a customer’s dressed, I can tell what they do for a living. From their behavior, I can more or less guess what they’re up to. You’re dressed so nicely, and even after getting in the car you’re still paying close attention to your appearance. Anyone can see you’re going to meet someone very important to you. And it’s the train station on top of that, so I’m guessing you’re definitely going to pick up your husband."