No joyful husband, where comes happy wife?

  "Uhh——" Qiao Yunxue couldn't say another word.

  He must have reached a certain age today, yet he speaks like this. He must have been fooled by some woman or another, only then would he be so garrulous.

  Back in the living room, that high-level human body art painting was still flashing in her mind, Qiao Yunxue had completely forgotten what she wanted to do. Well, who made her grow up on Oil Painting Street? From an early age, she was influenced by art. Since birth, she has had an extraordinary understanding of art, and when she sees beautiful things, she will savor them...

  In the morning, the living room didn't have air conditioning on, feeling stuffy, she opened all the sliding doors in the living room and enjoyed the morning breeze. Unconsciously, she turned on the TV like Rong Qian, without changing channels, just staring blankly at Rong Qian's usual CCTV Economic Channel.

  Rong Qian changed into good clothes and came out of the bathroom, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen. He rubbed his face hard, combed his hair, sprayed some cologne, and walked elegantly towards the living room.

  Rong Qian stopped. The woman in front of him, with a red face, was watching TV as if she were deep in thought. She sat up straight, her eyes not blinking, clearly distracted.

  The corners of her mouth slightly hooked - was she savoring high-level human body art? Or was she still angry with him?

  However, they were already familiar with each other's bodies...

  Rong Qian walked into the kitchen and found that there were indeed three servings of noodles inside. However, they had already congealed.

  He carefully pinched the bowl, trying his best not to let it slip out of his hands again. However, it still didn't go as he wished, and with a slight tremble, noodles scattered onto his fingers, and the bowl fell once more.

  A loud crash, shattered into pieces.

  In less than a minute, a notebook appeared in front of him, along with Qiao Yunxue's enigmatic gaze: "Mr. Rong, this is the fifth bowl you've broken this month. Eighteen dollars have been deducted from your account for this month already. Mr. Rong, to reduce unnecessary expenses, please be more careful next time——"

  "I'll buy stainless steel bowls next time. They won't break when dropped."

  "Ah——" Qiao Yunxue choked on her saliva. It turned out that there were policies above and countermeasures below. A 32-year-old man buying a stainless steel bowl to prevent falls, isn't that great!

  Her face slightly contorted, Qiao Yunxue sincerely suggested: "Mr. Rong should buy it now. This way, we can also save two more bowls and leave them for me to use."

  "It's reasonable." Rong Qian remained calm and composed.

  Qiao Yunxue seems determined to train him into a man who can enter the kitchen. Although, for now, this ability is limited to washing dishes and serving rice.

  Here is the translation:

  "Alright. The noodles are on the table, Rong Qian sat down and glanced at the TV: "The central government has started to regulate the property market? Yunxue is interested in this?"

  Qiao Yunxue's hand trembled, and she calmly changed the subject: "Aren't I changing channels right now?"

  As he flipped through the channels, it just so happened that Luo Shaofeng appeared on screen again, and Su Qinglan was right next to him, standing on tiptoes with both hands wrapped around his arm.

  Su Qinglan laughed with such joy! But Su Qinglan's happiness is just a joke!

  Because Luo Shaofan's face had no joy at all. Without a happy husband, where would a happy wife come from?

  Pouting, Qiao Yunxue felt infinite emotion: "In this era, married life is full of absurdities!"

  "Is Yuxue talking about us?" Rong Qian had eaten half of his noodles, and now he put down his chopsticks, staring at her.

  "Ah----" Qiao Yunxue finally returned from the world of art to the mortal realm, staring at him - actually eating noodles alone. These noodles were obviously hers, weren't they?

  Qiao Yunxue lowered her head and ate noodles quickly: "Mr. Rong, I'll help mom watch the store for two days. I'll be back tomorrow night."

  Want to escape?

  A hint of modesty in his eyes for a moment --- this is a good sign.

  "You can go on a date with Swallow," she said.

  Rong Qian was taken aback.

  Qiao Yunxue quickly ran back to her room to grab her bag and rushed out the door. "My nose..." Her anguished cry came from the doorway.

  Qiao Yunxue stared at the large pile in front of her - when did so many young people come to the door, carrying cameras?

  The little brother standing in the front laughed flatteringly: "Miss Qiao, are you Tong Jian's sunny day? We came to visit specially. We particularly want to know whether Miss Qiao has fallen in love with Mr. Tong's money or body?"