"You, you really got married?!" said Lu Mingchen, sitting in the driver's seat.
"Yes, I just said it on the show, didn't you hear?" Jiang Nuo looked as if he hadn't realized he had dropped a bomb and smugly admired the ring on his hand.
This is fantastic! He's been waiting for this day for years; he can finally announce to the world that the woman is his.
"But, why didn't I know?" Lu Mingchen gritted his teeth.
"Know what?"
"About you getting married, why didn't I, your agent, know about it?" Lu Mingchen bit out each word.
Jiang Nuo shrank his neck. Uh, he forgot this big brother!
"Do you realize that announcing your marriage without any warning will make you lose fans?"
Jiang Nuo dared not speak anymore. He knew he would lose fans, but compared to losing his wife, he thought his wife was more important.
Never mind how much effort Jiang Nuo spent to appease this big brother and assured him that besides this, he'd never hidden anything else from him; after getting out of the car and on his way home, he was so full of excitement that he sang a few songs.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure sitting on the living room sofa reading a book. She wore a white Han-style robe, with long black hair draped behind her, her head slightly bowed, her gaze focused, looking like a fairy mistakenly fallen into the mortal world, exuding a holy light in the warm glow of the lamp.
"Wife..." Jiang Nuo initially wanted to happily jump over, but recalling the things he said on the show today, he quickly contained his excitement, approaching her with cautious steps like a little wife.
"You're back." At the sound of his voice, she looked up, her palm-sized face had delicate features, not stunningly beautiful, but had a unique kind of comforting and relaxing charm.
Kind-hearted and benevolent, that would describe her appearance.
A slight curve of her lips was a heartwarming smile, making one want to share everything with her; when her lips flattened, it inspired awe and made one reluctant to provoke her.
"Wife..." Jiang Nuo looked like a "child admitting a mistake" (if this look was seen by the outside fans, who knows if they'd squeal and flip the sky), cute and pitiful, sitting beside her and said under her tolerant gaze, "Wife, I'm sorry, I made a mistake today."
"Hmm." She listened patiently.
"Today, when I was on the show, the host asked me a lot of questions, then, in a moment of heat, I accidentally revealed some private matters..." The last two words were said particularly softly, not forgetting to sneak a peek at her expression.
Seeing her usual "tolerance," he licked his lips, and something started to stir. Could he say that his favorite thing was to break her "I'm the elder, I must be tolerant" compassionate look, making her blush and stammer under him?
In fact, he's quite a pervert, isn't he?
But not now, today he made a "mistake" and has to explain clearly. Lest she finds out later and settles the score with him, then he'd be in trouble.
After years of battles, Jiang Nuo has fully understood this woman's temperament, regardless of the mistake made, as long as he doesn't avoid it and explains clearly, she will consider leniency, and there might even be a chance for "lenience."
But if he "commits knowingly" and lets her catch him, hehe...
In short, it's a bit like the police handling cases—resist and face harsh punishment, confess and be treated leniently.
"I forgot to take off the wedding ring when I was on the show, and accidentally revealed my marriage." Jiang Nuo admitted his mistake right away by hugging her, "Wife, I was wrong, don't be mad. I swear, I really carelessly (intentionally) revealed it... I know you don't like anyone disturbing our life, I won't do it again, really, I promise (to defend sovereignty, one must continue to reveal)..."
Mu Qiuniang was a bit helpless. Could she not know his little schemes? Never mind, since this is what he wants, it's fine, as long as he doesn't regret it later.
She patted his head: "Alright, I'm not mad."
Jiang Nuo, holding her waist and taking advantage, said: "About that divorce thing you mentioned last time, can we hold off a bit? It wouldn't look good if we divorced right after I revealed it..."
"Okay, let's hold off for now." Actually, Mu Qiuniang didn't really want a divorce; it just suddenly reminded her of when they married, she had made a pact with him—when he turns 25, if he feels that the marriage isn't what he wants, they could divorce.
Then, right after his birthday, she brought it up, unexpectedly...
Seeing the "alarm" lifted, Jiang Nuo's eyes immediately brightened, he quickly looked up with a sly glint at her: "Then wife, can we have 'meat' today, I haven't seen you for a week, I miss you so much..."
With that, he began to tentatively nibble at her neck.
Mu Qiuniang hesitated for a moment, should she push him away? After all, he's taking advantage just after making a mistake, which isn't very good, but she just promised not to be angry.
Before Mu Qiuniang could finish hesitating, she had been devoured and thoroughly satisfied by someone.
The next day, before daybreak, she woke up.
As usual, she moved the hand holding her waist aside, got out of bed, put on light Hanfu, and ran to the rooftop to start meditating.
The sun revealed a sliver of brightness in the eastern sky. After a while, it dyed with some egg yolk yellow, the color became bright. No one saw the strands of purple energy from the east slowly flowing into Mu Qiuniang's body like threads.
"Mmm... wife..." Jiang Nuo was sleeping groggily, reaching out to hug her.
Hmm? Why couldn't he reach her after stretching for half the day?
Opened his eyes and saw she wasn't there on the bed.
Unhappily pouting, he headed to the rooftop of their villa. Sure enough, he found a woman meditating on the rooftop.
Since the day he met her, he knew this woman liked to run to the rooftop early in the morning to meditate, if not on the rooftop, then inside the house. He also wondered, other women work out by practicing yoga, why does she meditate?
She gave two words: "Hobby!"
Come to think of it, who doesn't have a hobby? Jiang Nuo didn't dwell on it. He also knew she didn't like to be disturbed during meditation, so he said nothing, lazily leaning on a nearby rack, yawning.
Yesterday's late-night show recording and the "bonus" after midnight, getting up so early, how could he be full of spirit?
He justified himself in his heart.