This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

"Old Xiao, take this!"

Having just finished a piece of cake, a sly glint flashed in Xiao Yilin's eyes. She grabbed another fluffy piece of cake from the table and threw it with all her might at Xiao Tianhe's face.

The moment Yu Chenzhou caught a glimpse of Xiao Yilin grabbing the cake with a mischievous grin, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

Before he could react, he clearly heard Xiao Yilin's provocative words and hurriedly reached out to stop her, saying:

"Wait, wait! Don't be impulsive!"

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, the cake smashed solidly into Xiao Tianhe's face, cream dripping down his cheeks and chin, making him look both disheveled and comical.

Seeing her husband being bullied, Song Shuwan immediately frowned, her protective instincts taking over instantly. She grabbed a piece of cake and was about to retaliate against Xiao Yilin.

After all, the husband is one's own, but the daughter belongs to someone else's family once she gets married.

But just as she firmly grasped the cake, Yu Chenzhou swiftly and firmly pressed her wrist down, the force not strong but carrying an unyielding determination.

"Mom, Mom, please bear with it for now, let's stop fighting, and we'll do it later!"

Yu Chenzhou added urgently, lowering his voice.

"If you throw it away, tens of millions will truly go down the drain!"

The proposal ceremony had just ended when Song Shuwan insisted that Yu Chenzhou call her "Mom" instead, without giving her any reason to refuse.

She knew in her heart that, given how much Yu Chenzhou cherished his daughter, probably no one could stop their relationship.

Yu Chenzhou's words were like a bucket of cold water, making Song Shuwan freeze on the spot, and the strength in her hand loosened a bit;

Xiao Tianhe raised his hand to wipe the cream off his face with a blank expression, his eyes full of confusion.

Xiao Yilin also frowned, looking at Yu Chenzhou with a face full of doubt.

It's just throwing away a piece of cake, how did it involve tens of millions? It's really puzzling.

Yu Chenzhou ignored the reactions of the two people beside him, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yilin, and he scolded her with a mixture of helplessness and annoyance:

"You—yes, I'm talking to you! You brat!"

Didn't I repeatedly tell you not to cause irreversible damage to this outfit?

Xiao Yilin was still completely confused, pouting aggrievedly, her cheeks slightly puffed out, and her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness:

"What? It's just a regular cosplay outfit."

Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of this? I just agreed to marry you, and you're already yelling at me!

"Sigh..." Yu Chenzhou sighed helplessly as he looked at her aggrieved appearance, his tone softening.

"I was afraid you would feel guilty, so I didn't plan to tell you. But now it seems I should tell you the truth."

What you're wearing isn't some kind of cosplay outfit; it's a genuine, 100% accurate replica of a Song Dynasty princess's palace dress, meticulously recreated according to ancient traditions.

He originally intended to keep it a secret, but if Xiao Yilin was unaware and carelessly ruined the clothes as a regular cosplay outfit, or casually sent them to the dry cleaners and they got damaged, the loss would be immeasurable.

Upon hearing this, the three people present were instantly speechless with shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

If what Xiao Yilin is wearing is indeed a replica of the wide-sleeved shawl dress, then it's not something that can be measured by money alone.

Because some things, even with money, cannot be restored or replicated.

Just like the four-warp twisted silk weaving technique that was popular during the Song Dynasty, the technique was complicated and exquisite, requiring extremely high skills from the craftsmen. It has now been completely lost and cannot be imitated at all. There are very few ancient artifacts left.

Song Shuwan was the first to recover from her shock. She quickly walked to Xiao Yilin's side, her tone urgent yet cautious:

"Take it off quickly, take it off first!"

Daughter, be careful not to get cream on your clothes.

Old Xiao, stay away, don't touch my clothes!

"Sinking Boat, quickly clean up the mess on the ground, so no one can trip over it!"

She leaned closer to examine the exquisitely crafted wedding gown with eyes full of appreciation, while carefully supporting Xiao Yilin.

He accompanied her back to her room to change clothes, his cautious manner comparable to that of someone serving a pregnant woman, afraid of making the slightest mistake.

"Oh, okay, I understand. I'll be careful."

Upon learning that she was wearing an item comparable to a national treasure, Xiao Yilin was at a loss for words. She even softened her breathing and moved with unusual slowness and gentleness.

Xiao Tianhe didn't ask Yu Chenzhou where he got this rare treasure; he just kept wiping the cream off his face and neck with tissues.

After all, he had long been aware of Yu Chenzhou's abilities; he could even imitate Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and Gu Kaizhi's paintings so perfectly that it wouldn't be surprising if he had one more rare item.

For a moment, only the faint sound of Xiao Tianhe wiping cream remained in the living room, falling into an eerie and awkward silence.

After returning to her room, with Song Shuwan's careful help, Xiao Yilin carefully took off the long-sleeved shawl dress and gently placed it on the clean side of the bed.

Song Shuwan glanced at the mandarin duck bibs her daughter was wearing, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. She clicked her tongue twice and teased, "..."

"You young people really know how to have fun, even preparing such exquisite mandarin duck bibs."

"I didn't wear this on purpose; it's a matching set with this palace dress."

As Xiao Yilin spoke, she gently untied the ribbon of her bodice, turned it over, and handed it to Song Shuwan, her tone tinged with surprise.

"Mom, look, there are patterns embroidered here too, and it's an extremely rare double-sided embroidery technique."

She gently placed the bodice beside the embroidered robe, then turned and walked to the wardrobe.

Since it was already late, she casually grabbed a loose silk nightgown and draped it over herself, covering her beautiful figure.

Song Shuwan glanced at her daughter's fleetingly beautiful figure, secretly marveling at her graceful movements. She then winked at her, her tone full of envy:

"Tsk tsk, daughter, you've really struck gold! Where can you find such a considerate and capable man?"

The fact that he was willing to let his daughter wear such a precious palace dress so casually, without any precautions, is enough to show that Xiao Yilin holds a place in Yu Chenzhou's heart that no one else can replace.

Remembering Yu Chenzhou's usual care and affection for her, Xiao Yilin unconsciously smiled gently and happily, and said softly:

"Yes, not only this outfit, but the jewelry he gave me when he proposed was also very valuable and even patented."

"Huh? What's that scent? Why does the room suddenly smell nice?"

Song Shuwan subconsciously took a few deep breaths, the faint fragrance of orchids lingering around her nose, and asked with a puzzled look on her face.

The beauty and skin care cream that Yu Chenzhou gave her had a random fragrance in each box, so Xiao Yilin was no longer surrounded by the rose scent, but by a delicate, lingering, and refreshing orchid fragrance.

These words made Xiao Yilin's face flush slightly, and her ear tips blushed faintly.

Since she started using the beauty and skin care cream given to her by Yu Chenzhou all over her body, inside and out, her body would emit a fragrance whenever she felt slightly warm and sweaty.

She wasn't doing any exercise at the moment, yet she was emitting a fragrance; the reason for this was self-evident, making her somewhat embarrassed.

Taking advantage of Xiao Yilin's momentary daze and shy expression, Song Shuwan had already pinpointed the source of the fragrance to her daughter and pressed for an answer:

"What perfume are you wearing? It smells so good, and the scent is so unique and pleasant."

"It's not perfume, it's a beauty and skin care cream developed by Chen Zhou himself. It uses rare ingredients and can't be mass-produced. Currently, I'm the only one using it."

As Xiao Yilin spoke, she told Song Shuwan in detail about the nourishing and skin-care effects of the beauty cream.

As a result, Song Shuwan, through persistent pleading and using her status as a mother to act coquettishly and shamelessly, successfully got a box from her and happily stuffed it into her bag.

Having gone through the ordeal of wearing a long-sleeved shawl, Xiao Yilin lost her previous playful mood and was filled with a deep appreciation for that palace dress.

After Xiao Tianhe said goodbye to Song Shuwan and left the villa, as soon as she closed the door, she immediately turned around and threw herself into Yu Chenzhou's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

"Honey, do I smell good?"

Xiao Yilin buried her face in his chest and asked in a soft, sweet voice.

"fragrant."

Yu Chenzhou hugged her tightly, the faint scent of orchids lingering around his nose, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart.

"It smells better than any flower in the world."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Xiao Yilin raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, and gently pecked his lips. Then, her eyes misted over, and she gazed at him with a dreamy, tender look.

Yu Chenzhou understood immediately, a hint of doting and heat flashing in his eyes. He bent down and picked her up in his arms, his steps steady yet urgent, and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom, as Yu Chenzhou reached for the contraceptives in the bedside drawer, Xiao Yilin turned slightly to his side, leaned close to his ear, and whispered warmly:

"Honey, we don't need that anymore, we won't need it anymore... Let's have a baby."

Yu Chenzhou paused, then slowly put down what he was holding, looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes filled with emotion.

Xiao Yilin was at the perfect age, both physically and mentally, for having children, so he was naturally full of anticipation.

After the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, Yu Chenzhou held Xiao Yilin, who was leaning against him, and gently stroked her hair with his fingertips, saying in a solemn and earnest tone:

"Come home with me in a couple of days to meet my family, and then we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate and have a grand wedding."

"it is good."

Xiao Yilin gently traced circles on his chest with her fingertips, her cheeks flushed, and softly replied, her tone full of anticipation.

She suddenly looked up, winked mischievously, and said with a hint of coquettishness:

"But you'd better hurry, I'm in my fertile period today."

If you make me wear a wedding dress while I'm heavily pregnant, then I'll... I'll make sure our son is registered in my household register and takes my surname!

I absolutely refuse to take wedding photos while pregnant; it looks awful.

Yu Chenzhou was amused by her charmingly naive appearance, lowered his head and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head, solemnly promising:

"Don't worry, I can't guarantee anything else, but as a professional photographer, I will make sure you look your best in our wedding photos, leaving you with absolutely no regrets."