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"Are you that hungry?"
Along with Du Chengyan's voice, a slap landed.
Yes, he had just given Chi Mu Jiu a light smack on her backside.
The force was gentle, but she felt wronged and was on the verge of tears.
She held it back.
Oh.
Du Chengyan picked her up and carried her out of the villa.
Chi Mu Jiu's gaze was fixed on the snacks on the table.
So close yet so far!
How infuriating! It was always like this!
"Madam, won't you explain?"
A sudden pang of realization hit Chi Mu Jiu; what was meant to come would still come.
"I—"
"Alright, I understand."
Seeing her hesitate, Du Chengyan let out a soft sigh.
"Weren't you on a mission?"
Chi Mu Jiu thought he was angry and tried to change the subject.
"This is a secret mission."
As Du Chengyan opened the door, Chi Mu Jiu glanced over and saw two large bags overflowing with snacks on the coffee table in the spacious living room.
Wait, did she just see that correctly?
This? Was the sun rising from the west?
"Du, are you really doing this?! Is all of this for me?!"
"Mm."
Du Hengyan lightly responded, carrying the beauty into the house.
What’s going on? Didn’t Du Hengyan always dislike eating junk food?
"Du Hengyan, are you hiding something from me? Did you go bankrupt? Or are you having an affair?"
She couldn’t believe it.
What a fool! It’s neither bankruptcy nor an affair; the only thing he’s having an affair with is his precious wife.
Yesterday, he had his precious wife reveal her favorite snacks, and this morning he had his brothers buy them to surprise her. But this little glutton had her own tricks up her sleeve—what a clever plan, Miss Late!
All of his wife's cleverness was directed at herself.
"So, you really agreed to this?"
"Mm. Although I don’t like these, my precious wife loves them so much that I have to indulge her."
In truth, after interrogating the brothers who played cards with her all night, he learned that his darling wasn’t gambling money in the gaming area but rather betting on snacks. Du Hengyan felt a pang of heartache.
How sour.
"I never thought about controlling what you want. As long as you genuinely like it, I can give it to you. I’ll find ways to push my own limits and give everything to you without reservation."
"Oh no, I’m about to drop my little pearls!"
"So can I drink cola now?"
"No!"
"What about spicy strips? Can I eat those now?"
"No!"
What can I eat now?
First, I should treat my beloved wife well before thinking about anything else.
When the bedroom door closed, Zhi Mu Jiu knew that this confrontation had once again ended in her complete defeat. She exchanged her labor for a little freedom to snack later on.
It was a bit of a loss, but sometimes losses could be blessings, especially when what she was eating was all...
What is my lady thinking? Even at this moment, she seems lost in thought.
Du Heng's hoarse voice, laced with breathlessness, echoed in her ear.
I’ve said it before; it doesn’t matter if I don’t come in. Will you enjoy it first, or shall I?
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