After considering for a moment, Gu Zhihan tossed the car keys to her, "Remember to clean it after you’re done."
He definitely didn’t want his car to retain the scent of another woman.
"I understand, President." Secretary Lin quickly nodded in agreement.
She knew that Gu Zhihan was always particular about cleanliness, so she thought he was just insisting on the car wash because of his obsession, unaware that Gu Zhihan simply found her repulsive.
When the car was returned after use, Gu Zhihan, seeing it cleaned spotlessly, was satisfied and drove home to see his beloved wife.
From a distance, Secretary Lin watched the car drive away, a glint of dark light flashing in her beautiful eyes.
As soon as Gu Zhihan arrived, he saw his bride of one day in the kitchen, making soup with her mother.
Perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening, the young girl instantly turned her head, and upon seeing him, she hurriedly waved, "Husband, come quickly and have some dumplings, I wrapped them myself."
"You’re so clumsy, you can wrap dumplings?" Gu Zhihan changed into slippers and approached her with a slightly surprised lift of his eyebrows.
"Don’t look down on people!" Luo Mengmeng glared at him irritably, wishing she could just dump the entire pot of dumplings on his head.
"Angry?" Seeing the young girl ignoring him, just focused on stirring the pot of dumplings, Gu Zhihan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her slender waist from behind.
"Am I the kind of person who gets angry easily?" Mengmeng said, then put down the spoon she was using to stir the pot and hurriedly tried to pry his hands away, "Hey, stop messing around, my parents are still here!"
Having their parents around while they hugged and embraced each other, was utterly embarrassing!
Before Gu Zhihan could speak, Luo’s mother quickly turned her head aside, adding, "Uh... we didn’t see anything."
"Right, didn’t see a thing! I’ve recently developed cataracts!" Luo’s father also quickly picked up a newspaper to cover his face.
Mengmeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "..."
"Alright, let’s eat." Mengmeng shook her head helplessly, turned to look at Gu Zhihan, and signaled that he could let go of her now.
"Mmm, let me see how my wife’s cooking skills are." Gu Zhihan released her waist and strode over to the cupboard to get a bowl.
"No matter what, you must say it’s delicious, and you have to finish it all!" Mengmeng said while serving him dumplings, her eyes conveying a veiled threat, as if to say ’if you dare call it unappetizing, I’ll knock you dead.’
Gu Zhihan couldn’t help but laugh and agree good-naturedly, "Okay."
Luo’s mother also came over to help serve the dumplings.
Once served, the family sat around the table, enjoying the steaming hot dumplings.
Gu Zhihan picked up a lopsided dumpling, dipped it in sauce, then opened his thin lips and took a bite.
"How is it?" Luo Mengmeng quickly asked.
Gu Zhihan said as he swallowed.
To tell the truth, despite their appearance, the dumplings actually tasted really good.
"Then eat more." With her cooking skills affirmed, Luo Mengmeng was overjoyed and quickly served him more dumplings.
Seeing her so attentive, Gu Zhihan seized the moment when the elders were not paying attention and began to nibble on her ear, whispering sweet nothings, "Wife is so good to me, I will be sure to reciprocate with great effort later."
Those words were simply too suggestive!