In the twilight, Bei Yao leaned against his shoulder, breathing softly.

The athletic field lights weren’t bright, hiding her flushed face. The tree shadows swayed gently in the wind. Professor Pei braced himself on either side of her, gritting his teeth as he made up his mind, his voice low: “We’re not going to a hotel. We’re going home.”

The sheets and wedding quilt in their bridal chamber had maintained the wedding room’s appearance—they still hadn’t changed from that bright red color.

She said in a small voice: “Okay, okay.”

The university wasn’t far from home. When Pei Chuan bought the house and chose the location, he had also considered the fact that Bei Yao would need to attend school. He went to the garage to get the car while Bei Yao stood outside waiting for him. The May night breeze blew gently. When Chu Xun went in to park, he saw Bei Yao outside.

She wore a light cherry-blossom-colored short-sleeved shirt with bell-shaped sleeve openings that made her arms look white and slender, giving her a delicate appearance.

Chu Xun recalled certain matters and felt somewhat ironic and angry.

When he had pursued Bei Yao, she hadn’t agreed. Later, because of Bei Yao, he’d been lectured by that young master from the Huo family and had lost face. He’d thought this woman had sky-high standards and looked down on everyone, but then in the blink of an eye, he’d heard she had a boyfriend who’d been in prison.

There was a breath stuck in his chest that he couldn’t swallow. He honked his horn and drove toward her. Bei Yao heard the car sound and instinctively took a step back.

Chu Xun stuck his head out: “Get in the car, I’ll give you a ride!”

He drove a BMW worth over a million. His father was wealthy and he was the only son, so these days, very few university students could afford to drive a BMW.

Bei Yao retreated to the edge of a flower bed and frowned: “No need, I’m waiting for someone.”

This energized Chu Xun. He’d heard from his father that Huo Xu seemed to be under suppression this time. So no one could stop him from pursuing Bei Yao, and moreover, with male pride at work, he said: “Waiting for who? That boyfriend of yours who was in prison? Waiting for him to come pick you up in a tricycle?”

Mentioning the tricycle amused Chu Xun himself.

He thought to himself: Regret it, regret it. What’s so good about being with a pauper who can’t even support a woman? Some girls are just naive, thinking that having love means having everything, but after suffering hardship later, they realize that love is just fucking nothing.

Just as Young Master Chu’s words fell, a silver-gray car drove out of the garage.

And it rammed straight toward his car.

The kind that didn’t even honk.

For a moment, Chu Xun’s mind went blank. It wasn’t until that car braked just a few centimeters away from him that he cursed: “Are you blind!”

He stuck his head out, about to curse more, when he saw that car’s badge.

The color was low-key, but damn, the badge was Lamborghini. Several times more expensive than what he was driving.

Chu Xun still remembered the lesson from Huo Xu last time. In this territory of B City, back in ancient times, if you randomly hit someone, you could hit a prince or general.

Moreover, the other party had driven out of the garage and rushed over to ram his car like he didn’t care about his life. Clearly not someone to provoke.

Chu Xun swallowed his dirty words back down.

Chu Xun saw a cold man in a white shirt in the front window. Pei Chuan opened the passenger door: “Yao Yao, let’s go home.”

Bei Yao had also been startled by that scene just now. When she got in the car, Chu Xun’s face looked as ugly as if he’d eaten shit.

Where the hell did this man come from! Wasn’t it said that Bei Yao’s boyfriend had been in prison?

Pei Chuan drove the car. His car had been modified—it wasn’t very obvious from the outside, but inside you could see the difference.

Pei Chuan had good hearing. When he drove out, he’d heard Chu Xun’s words.

He looked ahead somewhat heavily and turned to drive out of the school.

Only now did Pei Chuan realize the pressure and ridicule Bei Yao had endured while he was in prison. Everyone would think she had no judgment.

Bei Yao found it somewhat amusing: “Why are you bothering with him? What if you hurt yourself?”

He shook his head and said seriously for the first time: “Let’s go public.”

Bei Yao froze.

She still remembered that year in high school when Pei Chuan proposed two conditions for them being together. First was no intimate gestures, second was not to go public.

Now he was proactively saying to go public. Bei Yao smiled and said: “Why?” She wanted to hear him say it, hear what was in his heart, hear him admit his possessiveness.

He pressed his lips together and didn’t make a sound.

After driving for a while, they arrived home.

Bei Yao also had a key. She took the key to open the door.

Pei Chuan hugged her waist from behind. He casually closed the door: “We’ll go public tomorrow, okay?”

Bei Yao was dying of laughter inside.

However, after all these years, he had changed. Back in senior year of high school, when he thought it was impossible for them to be together for life, even if you beat him to death, he wouldn’t have admitted he liked her in front of everyone.

She held back her laughter and nodded with a serious little face.

Pei Chuan said in a low voice: “We’re home.”

A seemingly random statement, but she instantly understood Pei Chuan’s meaning. Bei Yao turned around with a red face, hugged his neck, and buried her head in his embrace: “Mm-hmm.”

He paused, then hugged her and kissed her gently.

Bei Yao closed her eyes, her fingers curling around his tie.

He grasped that hand. The man’s surging, vigorous hormones, for the first time, overrode the inferiority in his heart. In occasional dreams from his youth, he’d dreamed of certain scenes. He would also have the illusion that she wouldn’t be disgusted by him.

Pei Chuan said in a low voice: “This time, can you not look?”

Landing in her ears, there was a kind of pious, careful humility.

Bei Yao buried her face in his embrace, finally infected by his extreme shyness, and gently nodded.

The big bed in the bedroom was especially soft. When her eyes were covered, she felt somewhat uncomfortable and nervous. The sounds of the world were magnified. Bei Yao felt him remove his prosthetic, his powerful arms braced on either side of her.

She raised her hand to touch the tie over her eyes. He grasped that hand, pressed it above her head, and soothed her in a low voice: “We agreed.”

All right, they’d agreed.

However, the second after he buried his face in Bei Yao’s neck.

Bei Yao stiffened and reached out to brace against his chest: “Wait, wait a moment.”

He sat up, his gaze darkening for an instant.

Bei Yao’s face held some confusion. After a moment, her cheeks turned completely red and she said awkwardly: “I think I got my period.”

*

That night, Bei Yao felt very ashamed. Actually, her menstrual cycle was always on time—it was these past few days. However, when in love, sometimes you’re like a fish with seven-second memory, completely forgetting certain things.

She pulled the blanket to cover her face and listened to the splashing water sounds from the bathroom. It went on for quite a while before he turned off the lights and came out.

When the man came out, there were still some water droplets on his face.

Pei Chuan went to the kitchen. She stuck out her head and watched his back.

After a while, Pei Chuan came over carrying a bowl. In the bowl was a boiled brown sugar egg: “Eat this before sleeping.”

She blinked: “Brown sugar water?”

Pei Chuan said: “Mm.”

Bei Yao forgot the earlier embarrassment and was extremely curious: “Where did we get brown sugar at home?” Why hadn’t she seen it when she went into the kitchen the past few days?

He touched her head: “I bought it a few days ago.”

Bei Yao buried her head to drink the water. She said unclearly: “Thank you, Pei Chuan.”

He paused for a second: “Yao Yao, you don’t need to say thank you. I’ve only just become someone’s husband. There are many things I don’t do well. Whatever you need, you can tell me.”

Like her menstrual period—these were also things he should remember.

She secretly lifted her eyes to look at him. The man’s gaze fell on her. Bei Yao said in a small voice: “Then I’ll only drink the water and not eat the egg.”

His eyes held extremely faint amusement: “Okay.”

He ate what she didn’t eat.

The two of them washed up again. When they lay in bed, she suddenly turned over and lay on the man’s chest.

Soft and tender, she kissed his lips, saying sweetly: “Pei Chuan is really good.”

He laughed and clasped her waist: “Mm, go to sleep.”

Stop squirming on top of him.

Otherwise, if this continued a few more times, no one could stand it.

Her delicate little chin rested on his chest. She said gently: “I’ve also only just become someone’s wife. Pei Chuan, if there’s anything I’m not doing well, you also have to tell me.”

Something in his heart seemed to collapse. He said in a low voice: “You’re good in every way.”

*

Because he didn’t need to go to the research institute in the morning but rather teach at the university, Pei Chuan happened to leave home together with Bei Yao.

The early morning residential area air was fresh. An elderly woman in the residential area was selling gardenia flowers she’d grown herself.

Actually, the families in this residential area all had good financial situations. The elderly woman just wanted to find something to do.

Pei Chuan’s steps paused. He bought a freshly picked gardenia flower and pinned it to her lapel.

The elderly woman watched them with a smile.

Bei Yao suddenly looked at the man with lowered eyes and suddenly remembered that year in senior year of high school when several schools all knew about Pei Chuan’s disability.

She had run to his home out of breath, afraid he’d be sad. As a result, he’d opened his palm, revealing the flower he’d bought on the road.

Some people’s love seemed long and enduring, never changing for a lifetime.

Bei Yao had two professional classes in the morning, but Pei Chuan’s class was in the afternoon. He would only go over in the afternoon. However, carrying his laptop with him, after dropping off Bei Yao, Pei Chuan found a quiet teahouse to review materials.

Teaching at the university was much more leisurely than going to the research institute.

However, he was inherently a diligent person. Whenever he had free time, he would continuously write code or check on the Huo family’s progress.

His mind was calm and sharp. He always felt that a person wouldn’t fall so easily.

Jiang Huaqiong was formidable, but Huo Ran was also an old fox who had left quite a bit for Huo Xu. Until Pei Chuan saw Huo Xu’s death with his own eyes, he remained extremely vigilant.

Additionally, he needed to make money. He made money very quickly and had given Bei Yao a card, depositing money into it every month.

It was just that she didn’t use it herself and had never checked how much money was actually inside.

Pei Chuan’s speed at making money could be glimpsed from the three hundred million he’d turned over back in the early 2000s.

Pei Chuan browsed the Huo Corporation’s recent stock prices. Sure enough, they kept falling. Jiang Huaqiong’s heart only held her dead son—her revenge method was completely one of mutual destruction.

But precisely because of this extremism, Pei Chuan frowned. If he were Jiang Huaqiong, he wouldn’t adopt such methods—it was easy to force Huo Xu into a desperate corner. Pei Chuan would choose to boil the frog in warm water so that by the time Huo Xu realized it, he would already have nothing.

Crazy women were terrifying. Jiang Huaqiong couldn’t fail to think of this—she was just focusing on the satisfaction in her own heart right now.

Pei Chuan closed his laptop and called Zhao Zhilan.

“Auntie Zhao, are you settling in well over there?”

Zhao Zhilan was living in someone else’s house by the sea. Having accepted favors, she coughed at this moment: “Still calling me Auntie Zhao?”

Pei Chuan paused: “Mom.”

Zhao Zhilan humphed. Although living in the big house was comfortable, she still missed her small nest: “When can your dad and I go back? The prices here are so high. Oh my, you don’t know how expensive the chives are! If we were in the old residential area, we could just grow some in the vegetable plot.”

Pei Chuan said: “For your safety, wait a bit longer. It’ll be soon.”

Zhao Zhilan thought about it, but still didn’t forget to ask about her own daughter’s situation: “My daughter hasn’t caused you any trouble, has she?”

“She won’t.”

Zhao Zhilan sighed: “She’s young and doesn’t understand many things. Be more tolerant.”

Zhao Zhilan had a good idea of how much Pei Chuan had done. No matter how tough or dissatisfied she was with her son-in-law’s disability, people’s hearts were made of flesh. Back then, Pei Chuan had knelt down, and afterward had done so much for them. No matter what, Zhao Zhilan found it very difficult to put on airs anymore.

Gradually, she actually began to understand Bei Yao’s choice somewhat.

Back when she married the impoverished Bei Licai and the two of them crossed the mountain hollow for the wedding visit, Bei Licai hadn’t been willing to carry her on his back. But Pei Chuan practically wanted to give his heart to her daughter—he liked her desperately. What more could she be dissatisfied with?

Pei Chuan said: “Yao Yao is very good.”

Zhao Zhilan suddenly felt her question was somewhat superfluous. These days, who cherished Bei Yao most was still uncertain.

She said: “Go ahead and be busy. Things are very good on my end, no need to worry. Pei Chuan, if you still can’t get away during summer vacation, bring Yao Yao back during New Year’s. Mom will make you sausages and cured meat. All right, hanging up now.”

Pei Chuan responded: “Mm.”

After getting married, Pei Chuan once again experienced the feeling of having a family.

No matter how far he drifted, there would always be someone thinking of him.

Pei Chuan closed his laptop and went to pick up Bei Yao for lunch.

Four young girls stood neatly in a row looking at him.

Pei Chuan looked toward Bei Yao.

Bei Yao introduced: “They’re my roommates. The one in yellow is Qin Dongni, the one in black is Wang Qiankun, and this is Shan Xiaomai.”

Qin Dongni still had the lingering fear from “no passing notes in class.” Although she’d just been egging Bei Yao on about how amazing she was, now upon seeing Pei Chuan, she stammered: “P-Professor Pei.”

Shan Xiaomai also had the kind of nervousness one feels facing a superior. Only Wang Qiankun was more at ease, curiously sizing up Yao Yao’s husband.

This was such an impressive person!

Pei Chuan nodded politely: “Hello everyone. Thank you for taking care of Yao Yao. If it’s convenient, I’d like to treat everyone to a meal.”

The restaurant was a Chinese restaurant Bei Yao had chosen. Wang Qiankun boldly ordered alcohol.

The other girls didn’t drink, and Pei Chuan had to teach in the afternoon, so he didn’t drink either. As a result, only Wang Qiankun drank alone.

Everyone thought Wang Qiankun had a good alcohol tolerance, but after just three cups, she started laughing and gossiping. Her face flushed with two red patches, her eyes hazy as she smacked her lips.

“Professor Pei, let me tell you, that idiot Chu Xun—freshman year when he was pursuing your Yao Yao, he released hydrogen balloons all over the sky and ended up being rejected in front of the whole school.”

Pei Chuan listened quietly.

Wang Qiankun began counting in detail, starting from freshman year, which people had pursued Bei Yao.

In short, many, many… Pei Chuan lowered his eyes.

Bei Yao was mortified and wished she could cover her roommate’s mouth.

From now on, Wang Qiankun couldn’t be allowed to drink. After drinking, she turned into a chatterbox version of Qin Dongni! Moreover, Wang Qiankun was like a bull—the more you tried to stop her, the more energized she got. The girls couldn’t stop her, and Pei Chuan, out of politeness, naturally wouldn’t prevent someone from speaking.

Wang Qiankun: “Let me tell you, buddy, you picked up a huge bargain with our Yao Yao!” She said proudly, “Beautiful, slim waist, long legs, and big breasts—she’s got… right?” She made a lewd C-cup gesture.

Bei Yao was on the verge of tears, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Wang Qiankun had gone crazy! Actually, this was just that freshman year joke about Qin Dongni’s sharp eyes. Their dorm always bathed separately.

Who inviting roommates to dinner was as embarrassed as she was! Bei Yao didn’t even want to lift her head. The other two girls were also shocked by Big Sister Wang’s operation, dumbstruck, and then their faces turned completely red.

Pei Chuan was silent and didn’t make a sound. For the first time, he somewhat disliked the intimacy between girls. To this day, he had only… unbuttoned a few of her buttons.