It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

After the meal, Zhu Xi really brought over a few sheets of A4 paper.

The two sat at the same table, each holding a pen.

Looking at her gentle features in the light, Zhou Yinghuai asked, "Is this how you plan to get to know each other?"

Zhu Xi nodded and smiled. "Is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Zhou Yinghuai never imagined that one day he would waste time writing down his preferences by hand.

Zhu Xi chimed in, "This is the most straightforward way to exchange information. Soulful resonance can't be achieved overnight. Writing down everyday preferences makes things clearer. A bad pen is worse than a good memory."

"Besides, it's much easier to handle things at home this way."

Zhou Yinghuai felt that what she said made sense, so he followed her wishes and wrote his own name first.

But to my surprise, I heard the next part of the sentence: "Send it to my brother this way, and he'll understand it better."

"Your brother doesn't like my points, do I need to change them?"

Zhu Xi dismissed it, tracing the edge of the paper with her fingertips. "It would be best if it could be changed, but if it can't, then forget it. At worst, we can just get a divorce later."

Zhou Yinghuai coughed lightly, "Alright."

Zhu Xi tidied up the papers. "Shall we begin?"

"it is good."

Zhu Xi rested her chin on her left hand and twirled the pen in her right hand. "First item, basic information."

She tilted her head to look at him, "Name, gender, age, birthday, height, weight, bust, waist, hip measurements, blood type, any past medical history, and any family history of hereditary diseases."

She stopped talking.

I felt like I was seeing a doctor in an outpatient clinic.

Zhou Yinghuai took notes one by one, with a serious and attentive attitude.

Seeing that she had stopped and her gaze had shifted to his curious eyes, he answered the question unexpectedly.

"Zhou Yinghuai, male, 30 years old, born on September 9th, 188 cm tall, 75 kg, blood type O, no history of illness, and no family history of hereditary diseases."

Staring at her with those deep, gentle, and unfathomable eyes, Zhu Xi's heart skipped a beat.

The two were no more than a fist's distance apart, and Zhou Yinghuai's tall figure blocked out most of the light.

As the shadows fell, Zhu Xi felt that the folds of Zhou Yinghuai's eyelids were staring intently at her.

"Zhu Xi." He looked into her clear eyes and called her name.

"Hmm?" She raised the corners of her eyes, straightened her head which had been tilted, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yinghuai, with his refined and elegant demeanor, said, "It's your turn."

Zhu Xi snapped out of her daze, her upper body instantly stiffening. "Oh."

Zhou Yinghuai took the paper from her and said, "You tell me what to write, and I'll write it down. That way, your wrist will be more relaxed."

This gentle and considerate man is her husband.

Although I didn't expect any romantic relationship, meeting such a good person is a blessing in life.

Zhu Xi took a sip of the lime juice he brought. "Zhu Xi, female, 27 years old, birthday July 7th, height 168, weight..."

Zhou Yinghuai put down his pen, a smile spreading across his narrow eyes. "Weight doesn't need to be mentioned; a girl's weight is a secret."

Zhu Xi smiled, moved closer to him, and said generously, "It's okay, I weigh 45kg. I just step on the scale at the nurses' station every time I pass by."

Zhou Yinghuai stared into her playful eyes, "You're too thin, you need to eat more in the future."

"Do you like fuller figures?"

"Men seem to prefer women who are plump," she said with an air of conviction, straightening her back. "I'm alright, I guess, a good size."

Zhou Yinghuai was taken aback. "No."

Zhu Xi raised her eyebrows and said, "My measurements are 84-60-88, I have type A blood, and no history of illness."

Zhou Yinghuai: "Should I say I have abs?"

Zhu Xi lowered her gaze, her tone direct and bold, "8.18?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

"This is good; too much is a burden. A balance of yin and yang, a proper match in size, is a blessing in life!"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

With the basic data complete, Zhu Xi stopped teasing him.

I picked up the two pieces of paper and glanced at them, comparing them side by side.

He frowned and said, "It looks like the details in the medical record."

Zhou Yinghuai did not refute, "And then?"

"Should I include my personal preferences?"

Zhu Xi nodded, having grown accustomed to having him write for her, and continued talking to herself, "I like to eat, I like to sleep, I don't have any particular favorite foods, nor do I dislike any."

"Oh, right. I especially love strawberries, I love lime juice, I occasionally crave spicy food, and I like things cool in the summer. I also absolutely love singing, I'm a karaoke queen!"

Zhou Yinghuai wrote them down one by one, his handwriting flying. "Anything else?"

Zhu Xi spoke whatever came to mind in her dream, "I prefer a casual style and don't like being too formal. But my mom always tries to dress me up like a socialite, and I don't like those Chanel-style and haute couture looks."

Zhou Yinghuai paused, sensing the helplessness in her voice. "Don't worry, the Zhou family respects individual freedom. Your mother, who will be your future mother-in-law, won't cause any trouble."

Zhu Xi nodded. The Zhou family was generous, and she was sensible. "If you need me to dress up, I will fully cooperate."

She rested her chin on her hand. "And you?"

Zhou Yinghuai flipped to his own piece of paper and wrote carefully, word by word, "I'm not a picky eater, and I don't have any particular preferences."

Zhu Xi felt that someone like Zhou Yinghuai deserved to be treated this way.

He was born into privilege, with no shortage of family affection and all his material desires fulfilled.

Only those who are neither elated by external gains nor saddened by personal losses can be worthy of such a destiny.

"I can't handle your brother, so I'll write as detailed as possible." He smiled faintly. "I love drinking Phoenix Dancong tea, and I only drink Americano coffee."

Seeing that he was really in a difficult position, Zhu Xi took the pen from him and wrote in the blank space where he had just stopped writing.

Write down a line of text.

"I have neither likes nor dislikes."

Zhou Yinghuai: "Won't your brother be angry if I write it like this?"

"No," Zhu Xi said casually. "My brother will understand once he sees it."

She smiled and handed the paper and pen back. "You're just like him, a gentle but indifferent person. He has no other desires besides the projects he loves."

Clearly, Zhou Yinghuai was the same.

After some communication, one-third of an A4 sheet of paper was still left.

Zhu Xi didn't want to make any more copies, so she picked up Zhou Yinghuai's copy, folded it, and tucked it into the book.

It's the book she's been reading a lot lately.

Zhou Yinghuai felt that the blank space was a bit of an eyesore, so he raised his hand and wrote another line.

To-do list: wedding house, buy a necklace, change dormitories.

After finishing writing, I put her away as well, and glanced at her a few more times.

"Your birthday is coming up soon?"

Zhu Xi: "Yes, that's why my brother's gift will arrive next month."

What gift do you want? I'll get it for you.

"Let's talk about it later. It's only early June, there's still plenty of time."

-

Before Zhou Yinghuai went abroad, he came every night.

I brought her dinner and helped her tidy up her room.

I'll stay with her a little longer, then I'll leave.

When the logistics department notified her to change dormitories, Zhou Yinghuai happened to be away on a business trip.

The new room is also on the same floor, moved from the east end to the west end, but it's half again as big as the previous one.

Xiaoyue has some free time and wants to come over and help her move.

"That milk tea wasn't for nothing, sis, I'll help you move."

Zhu Xi waved her hand, "No need, you can go home and prepare for pregnancy!"

Xiaoyue looked at the mess of things in her room and asked, "Can you handle this yourself?"

Zhu Xi, with her hair tied up, said contentedly, "There wasn't much stuff to begin with, so my mom asked my brother to help me move it."

"Rumor has it that Dr. Zhu, a neurosurgeon, is married. Her husband has been visiting frequently lately, seemingly asserting his ownership." Xiaoyue, who had only met Zhou Yinghuai once, sighed repeatedly, disbelieving that she was married. "When it comes to work, what about that guy chasing after you?"

Zhu Xi touched the ring hanging on her chest through her clothes. The intentional act of being "married" and "husband" at the restaurant that night was already fermenting as she had predicted.

That's exactly the effect she wanted: half-believing, half-doubting, and just echoing what others say.

As a result, there were far fewer unwanted suitors, making the place much quieter.

On her path to becoming the dean, she sprinted with all her might and worked tirelessly.

In fact, the move was arranged by Zhou Yinghuai, so she didn't have to worry about anything and could just focus on her work.

But Zhu Xi didn't allow it; Zhou Yinghuai's mystique should have been preserved for even longer.

Her mother, overflowing with maternal love, has recently been trying to do something for her, and has taken the initiative to help her move dormitories.

"The rumors are true, that really is my husband, we're on our honeymoon," Zhu Xi emphasized, but Xiao Yue clearly didn't believe her.

"Why isn't your new husband here?"

"I'm away on a business trip."

"Even in the honeymoon phase, he still goes on business trips."

"We need to move to earn money to pay off the mortgage," Zhu Xi said self-deprecatingly. "What else can we do? We're burdened with a 29-year mortgage, and we're trying to conceive. If we get pregnant this month and give birth next year, are we going to raise the child and make ends meet through online loans?"

Xiaoyue thought she was irresponsible, knowing she wasn't really broke. "He comes every day, so I thought he was reliable. But he's useless when it really matters, and he's poor?"

"What are you talking about? Are you hiding under my bed? And, girl, that's not being poor, it's about working hard." Zhu Xi joked, "Marriage is like water, only the person experiencing it knows whether it's hot or cold."

Zhou Yinghuai treated her well because he was a good person.

This is his true nature.

It wasn't because I loved her that much.

Zhu Xi tidied herself up and said, "Alright, that young master Gao from Lezhishi has finally stopped wasting his time. I rarely get a day off, so I'm going home to sleep."

Xiaoyue: "Okay."

The two went downstairs together and saw Zhou Yinghuai's driver downstairs in the inpatient department.

Seeing her come out, he stepped forward and said politely, "Madam, the master asked me to take you home."