Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Shen Huaiyu saw that Pei Jinhe, who had been smiling just moments before, was now in low spirits because she was worried that he didn't like flowers.

Her voice softened unconsciously: "It's okay, I like it."

Pei Jinhe immediately beamed with joy, looking at the hibiscus flowers in her arms, already planning where to put them.

There are ten branches in total; half will be placed in the living room and half in the bedroom.

Looking at Pei Jinhe's smiling face.

Shen Huaiyu's lips also curled up slightly.

He's just like a child who hasn't grown up.

He's so happy over just a few flowers.

Shen Yan, who was driving, was speechless.

When did Third Master start liking these flowers and plants?

He needs to see it.

Third Master doesn't like flowers, he likes his wife.

...

As soon as she arrived home, the robot vacuum cleaner brought Pei Jinhe slippers: "Master, welcome home."

She placed Pei Jinhe's slippers on the ground and then handed Shen Huaiyu slippers, saying, "Welcome home, Master's husband."

Pei Jinhe paused in changing her shoes, turned around and glared at the round-headed Number One: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Number One, as serious as a human being, said, "I'm not making this up, it's the truth, he is the master's husband."

Shen Huaiyu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

This little gadget is actually quite fun.

Pei Jinhe stole a glance at Shen Huaiyu. The man's expression was as indifferent as ever, devoid of any emotion.

Her heart tightened.

What if Shen Huaiyu misunderstands that all of this was set up by her for Number One?

Heaven and earth conscience.

She really didn't know why Number One would say those things.

Seeing Aunt Wang come out of the kitchen, Pei Jinhe pointed at Number One and asked, "Aunt Wang, what have you been teaching it?"

"I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I chatted with it for a while."

Aunt Wang looked at Number One and said with a smile, "Young Madam, this little thing is very interesting. It can not only sing and dance, but also tell jokes."

The place is spotless, and its emotional value is off the charts.

Shen Huaiyu asked without changing his expression, "Is it capable of learning on its own?"

Pei Jinhe nodded: "It has this function, but it's slow to learn."

Yesterday, due to limited tools, she only gave number one a simple upgrade.

Luckily, he learns slowly; if he had learned quickly, he might have said something shocking.

Pei Jinhe looked at Number One, which was circling around her feet: "When I have time, I'll give you some more modifications, making you the most dazzling robot vacuum cleaner."

"Thank you, Master."

Number One wriggled its body and waved its arms, saying, "Master, Master, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice."

Pei Jinhe: "..."

It's unnecessary to install a language system on it.

She's such a chatterbox.

Shen Huaiyu, who witnessed the whole thing: "..."

What does it mean to love you?

Can't you speak properly?

Aunt Wang laughed until tears streamed down her face: "I must say, this little thing is really fun."

That evening, Shen Huaiyu returned to his bedroom and saw the hibiscus flowers on the headboard of his bed.

In a simple ivory-white porcelain vase, hibiscus flowers bloom quietly, their fragrance subtle yet refreshing.

The bedroom's decor uses a lot of black and gray, giving it a somber and cold feel, while the blooming hibiscus flowers are the only bright spot, bringing life to the otherwise dull room.

A ripple began to stir in Shen Huaiyu's calm eyes, and a crack appeared in his long-frozen heart, letting in a surge of warmth.

...

In an upscale sofa, a man leaned back lazily, while three women with glamorous makeup, hot figures, and wearing sexy lingerie posed provocatively in front of him.

The woman knelt at his feet, her alluring hand feeding him a glass of red wine, her voice sweet and coquettish: "Young Master, have a drink."

Shen Youcheng took a sip of red wine from the woman's hand and then reached out to touch her face.

The woman looked shy and bashful.

Another woman stepped forward solicitously: "Young master, let me light your cigarette."

"Young Master, do you like us?" The woman wrapped her arms around Shen Youcheng's neck from behind, clinging to him as if she had no bones.

"I like it." Shen Youcheng took a drag of his cigarette, the taste of nicotine filling his lungs, making him feel incredibly happy.

He pulled a handful of red bills from his pocket, raised his hand, and the red banknotes rained down like a storm.

The women swarmed over and picked up the red banknotes from the ground.

The phone rang.

Shen Youcheng picked it up, glanced at it, and handed each of them a card: "You can go back now. I'll come find you another day."

The women took the money, their smiles widening. After saying some sweet words, they left, the last one making sure to close the door behind her.

"Young Master." A voice came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Youcheng, puffing on his cigarette, asked, "What is it?"

The mysterious person said, "President Shen has partnered with the Science and Technology Research Institute to jointly develop intelligent medical robots. He Bing has also sent his team and his protégés to assist in the research and development."

Shen Youcheng took the cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers: "Who is He Bing's last disciple?"

I never expected that Shen Huaiyu would be so capable as to be able to persuade He Bing.

You should know that this old man is notoriously difficult to deal with.

They are completely impervious to reason.

Mysterious person: "Pei Jinhe".

Shen Youcheng's pupils dilated sharply: "What's her name?!"

The mysterious person asked, "Is her name Pei Jinhe? Is there a problem? Or do you know her?"

Shen Youcheng pressed further, "What does it look like?"

Mysterious person: "She's exceptionally beautiful, with fair skin, and probably in her early twenties..."

Shen Youcheng gripped his phone tightly.

Isn't his younger brother's arranged marriage partner named Pei Jinhe?

She was in her early twenties, with fair skin and a beautiful face.

Everything matches up.

Shen Youcheng's eyes were sinister: "Report to me immediately if there's any trouble in the future. After it's done, you'll get everything you promised."

The mysterious man said, "I will be the young master's eyes and ears."

Shen Youcheng angrily cursed, "That old hag is incredibly biased!"

No wonder they found Shen Huaiyu a wife from a humble background; it turns out Pei Jinhe's hidden identity is He Bing's close disciple, who can help Shen Huaiyu in his career.

If Pei Jinhe gets into trouble, will this research come to an end?

Or he could make Pei Jinhe work for him and give her the research results.

Being betrayed by his own partner would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to Shen Huaiyu.

Shen Youcheng's lips curled into a sinister smile as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Shen Huaiyu, get ready to receive the big gift I'm about to give you.

...

After two days of non-stop work, Pei Jinhe was finally able to take a short break.

Her master called her and said that Zhou Yuanche had delivered the chip. Pei Jinhe thought she didn't have anything to do today, so she went to the research institute to pick up the chip.

Pei Jinhe strolled leisurely along the roadside. Just as she reached the school gate, she heard someone call her name.

"Jinhe".

Pei Jinhe paused, but without turning her head, she walked straight towards the school gate.