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

The fair-skinned young man, Zhou Yinghuai, was picked up by the driver and sat in the back seat, where he openly stole a strawberry lollipop from Zhu Xi.

The sweetness melts in your mouth, and your mood brightens.

That's when I saw that Zhu Xi's WeChat Moments had already exploded with comments.

He twirled a lollipop on his tongue, leaning back comfortably in his leather seat.

Long legs crossed, one hand controlling the phone.

With his free left hand resting on his knee, he clapped along proudly.

He still complained, "A bunch of sour grapes."

He laughed, beaming, "We need to add even more."

Not long after, his WeChat Moments, which had been inactive for centuries, began to be frequently updated after he met Zhu Xi, and the turning point of World War II arrived.

Zhou Yinghuai: [A performance of "The Story of the Thorn Hairpin" is offered for your enjoyment only.]

The beauty of Kunqu opera lies in its lyrics, its sound, and its dance.

The water-milled melody is beautiful and melodious.

It is subtle and restrained, yet its lingering charm is captivating.

And this play, "The Story of the Thorn Hairpin," also alludes to the noble core of the top scholar.

The person who understood Zhou Yinghuai's little scheme best was not Zhu Xi, but Lou Yanhui, who was watching hula dancing in Hawaii.

Lou Yan commented with a simple and blunt three words under his post on WeChat Moments.

Lou Yan replied: [Shameless.]

Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, he picked up Huo Xi's phone, which was still groggy from being pulled out of the water, and left another comment.

Horthy: [Pretty narcissistic!]

Zhou Yinghuai sat in his office, surveying his surroundings with disdain.

I imagine the bustling streets of Libei, with pedestrians hurrying by, some in groups, some alone, some with partners, and some with family.

The contrast between the vibrant life and reality stirred even more tender feelings within him.

It was this unusual feeling that made Zhou Yinghuai realize for the first time that having a solid hope could make even the most mundane work come alive.

Especially after dealing with those less-than-pleasant matters, I received Zhu Xi's message and comments immediately.

Zhu Xi: [People who fight and kill can also perform opera?]

Zhu Xi: [Wait, you actually enjoy watching opera?]

Zhou Yinghuai watched her like and then unlike, then unlike and then like again.

After expressing his doubts in the comments section, he then defended him in the comments section of several other people's sarcastic remarks.

Zhu Xi retorted to Lan Qi, "Having two layers of skin is too cumbersome; the essence from the mask can't even penetrate. You have two layers of skin, but my Ah Huai doesn't need them."

Then he criticized Lou Yan for commenting on Huo Xi's phone.

Zhu Xi: [Shouldn't you be listening to the Great Compassion Mantra, Mr. Lou?]

Zhu Xi: [Mr. Lou, the person who uses their own first-year-old photo as their profile picture is even more narcissistic!]

Zhu Xi insulted two people with a single sentence.

She saw through Lou Yanhui's little scheme and did not let Huo Xi suffer an unjust accusation.

Although, the portrait of Hoshi is also a photo taken when she was one year old.

It was a photo studio at the street corner where the two of them lived as children.

The same bee motif is also present in both the "Zhu Xi" and "Zhu He" designs.

When Zhu Xi had free time, she would criticize this person and that person under Zhou Yinghuai's WeChat Moments posts.

The comments from Lanqi and Shengxia were harmless, but they did expose as much of their limited cultural knowledge as possible.

Zhu Xi's words, though seemingly ordinary, were actually full of sarcasm.

she says.

Zhu Xi: [Today I heard a new interpretation of the story of Yue Fei's mother tattooing words on his back. It says that only a mother-in-law with a heart of stone would be willing to tattoo words on her son-in-law; a biological mother certainly wouldn't. At that moment, I thought to myself, if you want life to be forever joyful, you need to be less educated.]

Zhu Xi: [Only by not reading and not thinking can one truly enjoy life.]

Zhou Yinghuai watched silently as red dots appeared one after another in his WeChat Moments.

So this is what it feels like to be protected and understood. Hmm, wonderful.

Zhou Yinghuai rested his chin on his hand, staring at his phone and grinning foolishly.

When Chen Nan entered, he realized he had misread the room and was so startled that he withdrew the half of his body that had just slipped in.

A trembling head peeked out hesitantly, "Brother, don't scare me!"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Hmm."

He straightened up, keeping his phone in his hand, and simply shifted his gaze indifferently to Chen Nan.

"Chen Nan, go and book the fastest flight to Thailand."

Chen Nan was on the verge of tears. "Brother, I'm not going to northern Myanmar. Everyone says it's incredibly lucrative there!"

Zhou Yinghuai gave him a disdainful look. "With your IQ, you think you can pull off a scam?"

He sneered, "Go ahead, strive to reach the top level of business in six months, become the second-in-command of the park in a year, and after another year, voluntarily surrender to the state and strive for leniency."

"Wow, bro, you think so highly of me!" Chen Nan boldly walked in. "There's an extra project seminar this afternoon, and the Liang family wants you to attend in person."

Zhou Yinghuai frowned. "Me?"

Chen Nan grinned mischievously, "That's not what Miss Liang Chenxing meant."

Zhou Yinghuai scoffed, "Like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken. You're going to represent me!"

"What am I supposed to say if they ask why?" Chen Nan said with a wry smile, "There's a good chance that Mr. Liang will go too."

Zhou Yinghuai remained calm and composed, saying, "So what? If they ask, just say I don't want to go."

"Okay." Chen Nan received the instructions. "So, what should the restaurant prepare for you at noon?"

Zhou Yinghuai looked down and refreshed his WeChat Moments; Zhu Xi didn't comment again.

Chen Nan understood and smiled smugly.

"By the way," Chen Nan unlocked his phone and opened his WeChat Moments, "does your sister-in-law really know what this play, *The Story of the Thorn Hairpin*, is about?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

"Knowing my sister-in-law as I do, with her already busy job as a chief resident, how could she possibly have the leisure to go to the opera?"

The smile on Zhou Yinghuai's face gradually faded.

Seeing this, Chen Nan immediately made a run for it, saying, "I'll go tell the restaurant to save you a bowl of 'Scholar's Congee' for lunch."

The black-screened phone spun between Zhou Yinghuai's slender fingers, and soon Zhu Xi's video call came through.

A smile immediately spread across his face as he pressed the green button.

First, you see the name tag on Zhu Xi's chest swaying gently.

The words "Neurosurgery" stand out prominently.

He didn't say anything, just waited for the laughter from Zhu Xi's colleagues to fade away.

The numbers increased second by second. Zhou Yinghuai listened to her chatting and joking with her colleagues, and heard her snatch a bag of biscuits from some nurse and then give her a box of chocolates that he had prepared himself.

Zhou Yinghuai raised an eyebrow and smiled. That box of chocolates could probably buy a thousand packs of cookies.

He rested his chin on his hand and waited quietly until the laughter finally faded away.

The crowd dispersed, and the wife appeared.

Zhu Xi was the first to ask, "So what is 'The Story of the Thorn Hairpin' about?"

Chen Nan was right as expected.

She really doesn't know anything.

She didn't even ask him about the little boat app he downloaded on her phone.

Zhou Yinghuai gave a light snort, "You didn't ask Xiaozhou?"

Zhu Xi tilted her head. "I have a husband. Why are you asking Xiao Zhou?"

Zhou Yinghuai was thrilled.

It turns out that he was so important to her, so important that he was indispensable.

Zhu Xileng saw his smug smile and said, "Zhou Yinghuai, be normal."

Zhou Yinghuai's worthless laughter spilled from his eyes. "The Story of the Thorn Hairpin is a classic of Southern Opera. The main character is named Wang Shipeng, a top scholar?"

Zhu Xi suddenly realized, and said sarcastically, "Oh, I see. 'The Story of the Thorn Hairpin' is about a top scholar."

"The scholar Wang Shipeng, with a simple hairpin as his betrothal gift, married Qian Yulian. After becoming the top scholar in the imperial examination, powerful officials forced him to marry a daughter of a wealthy family, but Wang Shipeng resolutely refused, preferring to be demoted. After many misunderstandings and hardships, the couple was finally reunited."

The explanation was concise and easy to understand.

Zhu Xi smiled; it seemed Zhou Yinghuai knew quite a bit about opera.

In a sweet, drawn-out voice, she said, "Wow, it's a romantic love story."

Zhou Yinghuai added, "The core of this play is about remaining true to one's original aspirations despite holding a high position, not being corrupted by wealth and honor, being loyal to one's marriage vows, and being upright and unyielding."

"Wife, I am Wang Shipeng."

Zhu Xi retorted arrogantly, "I'm not like Qian Yulian!"

"Oh?" Zhou Yinghuai asked in surprise, "Why?"