Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Inside the villa, Nan Zhi has been at home taking care of Da Bao and Xiao Bao for the past few days. Li Sinian has been completely absent during the day, and no one knows what he is doing.

Anyway, I didn't see anyone all day.

Nan Zhi nestled lazily in the rattan chair, flipping through the voice training book that Li Sinian had marked before leaving her.

He used to patiently hold her and accompany her as she practiced pronouncing each word. But now, he just leaves a book and disappears all day.

A feeling of grievance quietly welled up in my heart.

Nan Zhi, as if in a fit of pique, casually tossed the vocal training book onto the grass beside her, secretly resolving to give him a good scolding when he returned tonight.

Just then, Xiao Bao came running over, carrying his beloved little yellow duck doll, staggering along.

Its small body would stumble and fall on the grass after taking two steps, then crawl back up, then fall again.

Nan Zhi and Aunt Qing, who was standing to the side, exchanged a glance and both refrained from going forward to help.

It's okay for a child to fall while learning to walk; it's best to let them stand up on their own.

Xiao Bao braced himself on the grass, his little bottom sticking out, and finally managed to stand up steadily. He then skipped over to Nan Zhi's feet, reached out his little hands to wrap around her ankles, and his soft, sweet voice rang out against the ground: "Mommy~ Mommy."

The sweet, childlike voice instantly melted Nan Zhi's heart.

She bent down, reached out, and scooped the baby into her arms.

Xiao Bao shoved the little yellow duck he was holding into her chest and complained pitifully, "Mommy~ Da Bao snatched it."

Nan Zhi immediately understood the reason.

This little yellow duck was bought by Li Sinian yesterday when he took Xiaobao out shopping at the mall during a break.

Da Bao was still taking a nap at the time, so he only bought one.

Now things are really messed up; the two brothers are bound to fight over it.

She grumbled inwardly, thinking that he had two sons but only brought home a duck. She was going to give him a good scolding later.

Nan Zhi raised her hand and gently stroked Xiao Bao's soft hair, soothing him in a low voice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Da Bao hiding alone at the corner of the courtyard wall, his little mouth pouting, his eyes red and full of grievances, but he stubbornly refused to cry out.

Nan Zhi reached out her hand to Da Bao, beckoning him over.

Da Bao slowly walked up to her and whispered, "Mommy..."

Nan Zhi reached out her fingertips and gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes.

Wait until Li Sinian scolds him!

Fortunately, the two brothers had a deep bond. After a brief tiff, Xiao Bao generously handed the little yellow duck to Da Bao, willing to let him see it.

However, he only looked at it briefly; the duck remained firmly held in Xiao Bao's hand.

As night deepened, around 8 p.m., the sound of the door opening finally came from the entrance hall.

Li Sinian pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a brand new, identical little yellow duck doll in his hand.

He went straight to the children's toy area, bent down to Da Bao, handed the duck to the little boy, and said with a hint of guilt, "I'm sorry, Da Bao, it was Dad's oversight."

"I forgot to buy you a duck last time I went out, so consider this a belated gift from your dad."

"Don't be angry with Daddy, okay? Daddy was just confused for a moment."

Da Bao hugged the brand-new, soft little yellow duck with his head down, overjoyed. He raised his little face, leaned forward, and gave Li Sinian a big kiss on the cheek.

Seeing this, Xiao Bao excitedly came over, pouting his little mouth as if he wanted to kiss him too.

Li Sinian quickly stepped back slightly, smiling and saying with disdain, "Hey, hey, stop! You can't repay kindness with enmity!"

He turned around and disgustedly wiped his cheek where Da Bao had just kissed him.

Turning his head, his gaze met Nan Zhi, who was standing not far away.

The woman stood there quietly, her face devoid of any smile, her delicate features cold and expressionless.

Since he returned from his accident, he had rarely seen Nan Zhi show such a cold expression.

Li Sinian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward, opening his arms to hug her.

Nan Zhi subtly shifted her body to the side, quietly avoiding his embrace.

He followed closely behind Nan Zhi, like a large, aggrieved dog, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Wife, what's wrong?"

"Did I do something to upset you?"

"That's not right. I've been out all day, and I've already informed you."

He walked around her, circling her carefully, trying to guess why she was angry: "Honey, did I come home too late and make you angry?"

"Is it too tiring taking care of two kids? Don't you have your grandma and Aunt Qing at home to help you out?"

Over the past few days, as my memories have gradually returned, many fragments of the past have flooded into my mind.

He gradually realized that he had used some harsh, despicable, and vile methods to marry her.

The two simply obtained a marriage certificate; there was no romantic proposal, nor a wedding ceremony of their own.

So these past few days, he's been secretly preparing, leaving early and returning late, to make up for all the surprises he's owed her.

After the wedding, they will take the whole family back to the Li family home.

But in the midst of preparations, she was genuinely neglected and ignored.

Nan Zhi didn't say a word, turned around and walked into the bedroom, about to close the door behind her.

Li Sinian reacted quickly, wedging one hand in the crack of the door and squeezing his body in, determined not to be locked out.

Seeing that forcing his way in wouldn't work, he resorted to his tried-and-true tactic of playing the victim, whining in a weak, coquettish voice, "Wife, my feet hurt so much~"

"When my foot hurts, my head starts to hurt too."

This trick has always worked on Nanchi.

As expected, Nan Zhi's heart softened, and she released her grip on the door.

Taking advantage of the moment, Li Sinian pounced forward and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his head in the crook of her neck and whispering playfully, "Wife, my head hurts, I need your kiss to feel better."

Before Nan Zhi could respond, he grabbed the back of her head and planted several hot kisses on her lips.

But a faint, unfamiliar perfume scent wafted to her nose, and Nan Zhi's eyes suddenly darkened. She reached out and forcefully pushed him away.

She sat on the bed, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at him coldly, her whole being screaming: Don't touch me.

Li Sinian was momentarily at a loss, his heart filled with panic. His fingers trembled slightly as he gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, his voice full of helplessness: "What's wrong?"

"I came back late today and happened to run into Fu Ting on the way, so I stopped and chatted with him for a bit."

"He insisted on taking me out for drinks, but I refused. We just chatted for a while."

"Just for a little while"