"Yes, yes, yes." The butler reacted hastily, nodding, "I understand, ma’am, please co this way."
Di Xiaxia’s face was slightly flushed, and without saying much, she nodded, her hand clasping tightly onto his.
Truth be told, it’s impossible not to be moved.
When a man is willing to declare to the world that you are his wife, it is indeed the ultimate affirmation.
Especially when it’s a man like Di Mingzhe.
Hand in hand, they took their seats for the al, surrounded by the butler and the maids.
Both of them sat quietly, face to face. The western breakfast was laid out on the table: a fried egg, sausages, pasta, and a glass of milk.
"Try the breakfast I made." Di Mingzhe picked up the cutlery and said to her.
Di Xiaxia was taken aback, "You made this?"
Di Mingzhe nodded in affirmation.
Di Xiaxia gazed at him calmly, her eyes glossed with a hint of moisture. His handso features were flawless, but that’s not the key issue.
The point was, his twenty years of love were manifesting so explicitly in these little things in life.
Being with him, she felt that she might not need to use her brain, or even lift a finger.
This feeling of being cherished so much, was unbearably sweet.
He made this breakfast?
Did that an he got up early, prepared everything, before going back to the room to dress?
She was beyond moved. Luckily, it was this man she fell for, or she might have missed a lifeti of happiness.
"What’s wrong?" Di Mingzhe put down his cutlery and asked, seeing her in a daze.
He was always so calm, always so indifferent, as if all of these were just matters of course for him.
Di Xiaxia quickly shook her head, suppressed the lump in her throat, picked up the cutlery, and smiled sweetly, "I’m sure it’s delicious!"
Di Mingzhe smiled, his usually impassive face now adorned with a charming hint of a smile.
Di Xiaxia, as long as you love , I’m willing to do anything, because I love you so much.
I don’t care about anyone’s opinions because the mont I knew I fell for you, I just knew.
I knew I might face criticism and contempt, after all, you were my adopted sister.
But I’m not afraid, because I have you.
As long as I have you, I fear nothing—be it career or future—it’s all fleeting to , glory and wealth can’t compare to you.
After breakfast, Di Mingzhe took Di Xiaxia to school.
While sitting in the backseat of the car, Di Xiaxia couldn’t resist poking the quiet man engrossed in his tablet, asking, "Aren’t you going to work?"
"After you’re done with your school registration." Di Mingzhe glanced at his wristwatch, placed the tablet aside, and turned to look at her with a serious face.
Di Xiaxia blinked, a little confused. What did he an by looking at her like this?
"What’s wrong?" Di Xiaxia asked, not understanding.
"Nothing, I just want to kiss you." Di Mingzhe nonchalantly replied, his lips slowly leaning in.
"Hmmm..." Di Xiaxia was caught off guard by his sudden kiss.
She was a little bewildered. It was so abrupt!
Such an audacious justification, "I just want to kiss you."
Where did he learn to say such bold things?!
But Di Mingzhe really liked it, he really liked this feeling.
He liked it particularly, waiting for this for twenty years. This outpouring of feelings was earth-shattering!
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