The sweetest in the entertainment industry

Lu Nanting carried the cooked pear and tangerine peel soup out of the kitchen and saw her reading a letter, which made him a little nervous.

I couldn't help myself after all, and asked him in a low voice:

"So, what are your thoughts after watching it?"

Her classmates were all cultured and intelligent; their confessions were as poetic as poems. Anyone less intelligent might not have been able to understand them.

With such an outstanding rival before him, Lu Nanting was unsure whether his performance would be good enough for her.

To be honest, having a rival who is too outstanding can be really stressful at times.

But if his rivals are too ordinary, he can't help but get angry, feeling that they lower his wife's standards.

As the old saying goes...
A good horse needs a good saddle, and a good ship needs a good sail. It's not a good thing to be coveted by a bunch of nasty people all the time.

Lu Nanting is fair-skinned, with a little bit of chubby cheeks that haven't faded, giving him a youthful and chubby look. Whenever he feels wronged, his cheeks pout, his rosy lips purse slightly, and his pitiful eyes make him look especially cute and sweet. Even the hardest-hearted person can't help but give him a break.

Gu Lanxi guessed what he wanted to hear, but seeing his expression, she couldn't resist her mischievous side and deliberately teased him:

"What? Is Teacher Lu that strict? Do we have to write a book report after reading it?"

Lu Nanting's face immediately fell:
"You wrote back to everyone, but not to me?"

That pitiful look on her face was just so adorable!
Gu Lanxi ignored him and took a picture of him with her phone.

Afterwards, I found the way he held the bowl particularly endearing, so I put down my phone, picked up the camera from the coffee table, and carefully took a few pictures of him.

The late morning sun shone lazily into the somewhat old living room. Lu Lanting was wearing loungewear, her hair soft and fluffy, exuding a sense of ease and relaxation that only comes with being at home.

Compared to Lu Nanting's dazzling stage presence, Gu Lanxi prefers him this way.

On stage, he belongs to his fans; at home, he belongs to her alone.

This is something she only does when she's in a particularly good mood.

Record everything that comes into view.

Simply keeping it hidden in her memory is no longer enough for her.

But Lu Nanting's mind was filled with thoughts of her reading the love letter he had carefully written, and he didn't say anything.

Is there something you're not satisfied with?
Is the word choice and sentence structure not elegant enough?

Is the writing style not sophisticated enough?

Is it because it's not long enough? Or is the content not interesting enough?

Seeing his expression change, and his whole being exuding a sharp, cold aura, Gu Lanxi sighed, fearing that he would be difficult to appease if she provoked him.
"Every time I write a reply carefully, it's to avoid hurting anyone's feelings. Are you sure you want to receive one too?"

Seeing that she was deliberately teasing him and didn't understand what he cared about at all, Lu Nanting became angrier and angrier. In the end, he didn't want to get angry at her, so he put down the bowl and went straight back to the bedroom to wash up.

It's getting late, time to get ready and head out.

Even when he's angry, Lu Nanting is never ambiguous when it comes to getting down to business.

Gu Lanxi then realized that he wanted more direct recognition than subtle joy, and immediately regretted teasing him on purpose.

She hurriedly caught up with him: "Actually, I was so happy to see this as soon as I opened my eyes, but I was too embarrassed to say it. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Seeing her follow him in, Lu Nanting gave her a disapproving look but remained silent.

She was the one who said she wanted to see it first.

I stayed up until the wee hours last night, and I even pulled out several strands of hair before I finally finished writing this, and it turned out to be such a perfunctory piece.

Very angry!
He knew he wasn't particularly talented in writing and couldn't produce anything profound, but every word he uttered came from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, I hope to receive positive emotional feedback.

Seeing that he was squeezing toothpaste with his back to her, Gu Lanxi was really angry. She carefully put the letter away and placed it on the dressing table before walking over and hugging him from behind.

She gently rubbed her cheek against his back, trying to please him:

"I think you wrote it with such sincerity and care, really! I'm really touched." If she had said that from the beginning, Lu Nanting might have believed her, but now that he hears it, he just thinks she's lying to comfort him.

I knew you wouldn't like it...

Lu Nanting felt both discouraged and aggrieved.

A little voice in my mind shattered its pride and cried out desperately, "I'll never write this kind of thing again!"

The other little figure was furious, stomping his feet frantically: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, once I've studied a bit more, I'll definitely show you my peak level!"

Thinking of how his fans always said he was worthless and that he lacked authority as a husband, no matter how much Gu Lanxi tried to coax him, Lu Nanting remained cold and did not respond this time.

Gu Lanxi wasn't good at coaxing people. She said a few soft words, as if she had used up all her tenderness, but when he still ignored her, she simply gave him the cold shoulder.

She put on beautiful makeup and changed into pretty clothes, but before going out, she still ate a small bowl of pears.

Lu Nanting curled the corners of his lips, pretending not to see it.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the young couple went to the kitchen to check on the lunch preparations. Seeing that they were well-prepared, they praised the head chef, and then the relatives began to arrive one after another.

The young couple didn't have any major conflicts, and Lu Nanting wasn't someone who was clueless about social etiquette, so he didn't reveal any clues to the Gu family.

The meal was very harmonious.

We're all relatives, so we'll have a private get-together. We'll just announce it in the family group chat, and anyone who's free can sign up. It's fine if you can't come either. We won't accept any gifts or prepare any return gifts. It's just a family gathering.

The Gu family has a strong sense of unity; this kind of thing is quite common.

Back when Gu Lanxi's grandparents were alive, they were rather stingy and had a strange temper, so this kind of thing basically had nothing to do with her.

Later, only Gu Lanxi was left. After the awkward two-year period, once she was admitted to the gifted youth program, everyone would call on her again if something like this happened.

Gu Lanxi wasn't one to take advantage of others for free. After achieving financial freedom, she liked to host a dinner party whenever she returned to her hometown.

Although Lu Nanting was with me this time, there was nothing particularly special about the process.

After the elders finished their meal, they left, and the twenty or so young people went to a stylish club nearby to drink, sing, play games, play cards, chat, and plan to leave after dinner.

The couple, being public figures, didn't want to be surrounded by onlookers, so they booked the entire clubhouse.

Gu Jiayi flew back specifically because she wanted to play mahjong, so she dragged Gu Lanxi over.

“We’ll team up. You’ll help me read the cards, and if we win, we’ll split the winnings.”

Gu Lanxi was skilled at card counting, and no one wanted to play against her. Seeing that Gu Jiayi was planning to cheat, the eldest son's nephew, relying on his junior status, immediately jumped in:

"No way! If you two keep going like this, neither of you will win!"

The group argued endlessly until Gu Jiayi finally sat down. Her eldest nephew sat opposite her, and to his left sat Gu Yanlin from the second branch of the family. Gu Yanlin had pulled Lu Nanting across from him to make up the numbers.

After Lu Nanting sat down, the three of them winked at each other, urging Gu Lanxi to sit behind Lu Nanting.

“The crackdown on gambling has been really fierce lately. There’s no need for our family to gamble. Come on, let’s try something new.”

Gu Yanlin chuckled and pulled out a stack of laser crystal stickers, a favorite among kindergarten children, from his pocket.

"Regardless of the number of rounds, only the winner and loser matter. If you lose, you get a sticker on your face, but the winner doesn't. This is the first time Ting Ge is playing with us, so we can't bully him. If he loses, we won't stick stickers on him, but we'll stick them all over his face."

The clubhouse has large windows facing a white wall, next to which grows a green bougainvillea, its pink and white petals climbing up the wall, making it particularly beautiful.

The sunlight streamed in, making it warm and cozy. Several people sat on chairs, surrounded by two more groups of people. When they saw Lu Nanting stand up immediately upon hearing the rules, they quickly pressed him back down.

Those of lower generation are called uncle, and those of the same generation are called brother-in-law, but they just won't let go.

Gu Lanxi wanted to coax him and encourage him to go ahead openly.

After losing a few more games, the anger will subside.

Lu Nanting, as if struck by a sudden thought, and persuaded by her, stopped being coy, rubbed his hands together, and sat down. (End of Chapter)