She looked at herself in the mirror and let out a piercing scream.
Zhuang Qiting was swimming in the sea around the water villa.
The sudden outburst shattered the peaceful air.
He swam quickly to the stairs, climbed out dripping, and as soon as he walked in, Li Yaru rushed out and slapped his chest twice.
“Look at what you did!” Li Yaru pointed at the marks on her neck and arms, her anger surging.
Zhuang Qiting looked meaningfully at the lovely marks, reached out and gently stroked them.
“They’ll be gone in a few days, baby. I’ll lend you my shirt.”
“You old pervert taking advantage of me! Did I give you permission last night to serve me?”
Li Yaru glared at his shamelessness and pinched him coldly.
Zhuang Qiting laughed, “Who was it last night, screaming like the roof was going to lift?”
She may have been drunk, but her nature didn’t change.
When she felt good, she lost control, yelling and making him itch with desire, wishing he could ravish her completely.
“Don’t be mad.” Zhuang Qiting pulled her into his arms, coaxing softly, “Last night was our wedding night, every moment was precious—how could we waste it?”
Wedding night? Li Yaru’s mind went blank.
“Are you being shameless again? Last night was our son and daughter-in-law’s wedding night, why are you trying to take credit for yourself?”
Zhuang Qiting didn’t get angry at all.
He leaned in to kiss her, planted several kisses before murmuring in her ear, “You confessed to me last night, Aru.”
Li Yaru’s vision went black, her mind crashing. Confessed? She confessed to the old pervert?
“W-what did I say?” she stammered, clutching her loose dress.
Zhuang Qiting smiled, giving her a sly sideways look. “You said you liked me.”
“………………”
“You said you never regretted marrying me.”
“………………”
“You said in your whole life you only liked me, no other man could catch your eye.”
“………………”
“You even said you wanted to remarry me, and we should have another wedding.”
Li Yaru screamed, jumped onto the bed, and dove under the covers, mumbling that it was impossible, how could she say such cringe-worthy things! That was never her style!
Zhuang Qiting slapped her arched butt, “Don’t try to deny it, Li Yaru, you said yourself that you liked me.”
“Anyway, I don’t remember.” Li Yaru poked her head out from the covers, her head still half hidden.
“If I don’t remember it, I don’t admit it.”
Zhuang Qiting glared coldly, “Wishful thinking.”
Li Yaru: “Maybe you made it up yourself, you think I’d fall for that?”
Zhuang Qiting pressed his lips together, his eyes deep and dark.
“You said you liked me since the day we played Golf together. Could I make something like that up?”
Li Yaru felt as if he’d stabbed right into her deepest secret.
Her face flushed red, she mumbled a bit, but in the end said nothing, just buried herself in the covers again.
He really couldn’t have made it up.
“Liking me isn’t embarrassing. At least I’m your boyfriend.” Zhuang Qiting smacked her on the butt again.
Li Yaru squirmed like a worm, but stayed silent.
.
Li Yaru was mortified by her drunken confession.
At her age, having her feelings exposed was too much to bear.
For the next few days, she avoided Zhuang Qiting, not even returning to the Li Family Gallery, but went to stay at Lu Junqiu’s house instead.
Lu Junqiu was terrified to have Li Yaru over. Wasn’t this just inviting trouble?
“Sis, you’re nearly fifty! Why are you fussing with your own man and coming to stay with me? Do you know how much intimidation and danger I have to endure! With you here, my husband doesn’t dare come home, leaving me alone to serve you!”
Li Yaru lounged in loose homewear, a cat-eared headband on her head, her bare face cheerfully munching on snow pear and bird’s nest soup.
Hearing this complaint, she glanced at her cousin with a laugh,
“Weren’t you just complaining your husband only manages once a night? With him avoiding you, aren’t you happier?”
Lu Junqiu blushed, “I knew you weren’t decent!”
“Zhuang Qiting threatened you again?”
“Sigh…you know how it is. Except for you and Auntie, he looks at everyone else like dogs—a proper King Yama. So please, move back home soon. I can’t take it anymore. If you come here again, he’ll tear my house down.”
Li Yaru snorted, “With me backing you up, he wouldn’t dare. In a few days it’s Christmas, I’ll go back after the holiday.”
“……………”
On Hong Kong Island, a city that never sees snow, the Christmas atmosphere was even stronger than anywhere else.
All the big luxury brands competed to decorate their stores.
The malls were packed, everywhere filled with cotton snow, Saint Nick, cute deer, golden bells, and red bows.
Li Yaru was a Top Guest at all the major brands and clubs.
Invitations for Christmas events flooded in like snowflakes, with Reberi’s being the most prestigious.
Li Yaru had long been among the most top-tier names on Reberi’s VIP guest list.
The department Manager racked her brains to serve this distinguished lady.
Now, Li Yaru was not only among the top global clients, but also the mother-in-law of their boss’s boss—she had to be treated with utmost care.
Last time at the Centennial Commemorative Banquet, they sent Bram.
Though a small mishap occurred, Li Yaru later specifically gave headquarters positive feedback and a five-star review for Bram’s service.
Thinking she had found the right approach, the department Manager sent over a full styling team, photography team, two young and handsome male attendants, plus a rising idol, a new celebrity in the costume drama world, to accompany Li Yaru throughout the event.
Around Christmas, Zhuang Qiting was also busy beyond belief, unable to intercept Li Yaru in person, and had to bombard her online.
At first, his messages were calm and gentle—
【Baby, where are you? Aren’t you coming back yet?】
【The Li Family Gallery can’t be without you, baby.】
【Aru, shall we have lunch together?】
Then they grew more threatening—
【Aru, if you don’t come back, I’ll pick you up from your cousin’s place myself.】
【Aru.】
【Li Yaru.】
【Li Yaru!】
【Li Yaru, just you wait.】
Reading these messages, Li Yaru shivered, her knees going weak.
She knew full well what his next words would be—he’d either screw her senseless or exhaust her completely.
She decided to ignore it for now. Better to enjoy the Reberi Christmas Banquet first.
Everyone treated Li Yaru like an empress, stars orbiting her. The young male celebrity was especially charming and witty, making Li Yaru laugh several times.
Of course, Li Yaru knew that celebrities, like the attendants, were there to fulfill sales quotas, so she didn’t embarrass him and simply ordered all the jewelry he wore—over five million’s worth, which she’d just give to Ming.
A high jewelry brand’s Christmas banquet was inevitably decadent.
By the end, Li Yaru, feeling tipsy, left early, escorted to her car by two male attendants.
All the attendants tonight wore special Reberi animal-ear headbands—cat, deer, or dog ears—matching the Christmas theme, looking adorable.
Zhuang Qiting’s car waited quietly outside the hotel. He sat inside with an air of nobility, eyes fixed unwaveringly on Li Yaru.
The woman wore a lavish, high-slit evening gown, flanked by two uniformed, animal-eared, flamboyant men!
He frowned, barely believing his eyes.
What kind of getup was this? Ears? Was this the level of Reberi’s Christmas Banquet? His daughter-in-law’s own company, and this was what they were doing?
Zhuang Qiting’s blood pressure rose.
No wonder Li Yaru hadn’t come home—she’d been bewitched by these peacocks! Worst of all, these flirts had been assigned by his daughter-in-law!
He coldly opened the car door and strode over, pulling Li Yaru straight into his arms.
“What are you doing here!” Li Yaru was startled.
The two male attendants froze, not daring to approach, heads lowered.
Without a word, Zhuang Qiting’s jaw tensed. He shoved Li Yaru into the car and closed the door, blocking anyone else’s view.
“Hey, what are you so upset about?” Li Yaru shot him a teasing glance. “It’s just a few days without you, Boss Zhuang, your temper is really getting worse!”
Zhuang Qiting took a sip of iced water, pulled a box from the glove compartment, and handed it to Li Yaru, still burning with jealousy but managing a gentle voice: “Christmas present.”
As a husband, he could never really lose his temper.
It wasn’t her fault—she was playful and mischievous, nothing wrong with that. He had to guide her right, be patient and loving.
If anyone was to blame, it was his daughter-in-law—so utterly tactless! Absolutely out of line!
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