Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

Gu Zhihua cut the cake and handed it to everyone, saying, "Thank you, everyone."

Mo Yeting said coquettishly, "Zhihua, feed me."

Leng Yan and Leng Feng's lips twitched, unable to bear watching any longer. How did Fourth Master turn into a doting husband?

Butler Mo wore a beaming smile, knowing that the Fourth Master was absolutely smitten with the young mistress.

Mo Yiqing gave her a disgusted look. "Ugh, you've given me goosebumps."

Madam Mo reached out and felt Mo Yeting's forehead. "No fever?"

Gu Zhihua's face turned bright red, spreading all the way to her ears, but she still forced herself to feed him a bite.

Mo Yeting felt a sweet sensation in his mouth and a sense of satisfaction in his heart. "What Zhihua feeds me is always delicious."

"Zhihua, Grandma is right, isn't she? Don't underestimate him just because he's an old virgin. Men are naturally good at it, so don't worry." Old Madam Mo was deliberately bringing up a sore spot.

"Grandma, could we please not bring up this topic again?" Mo Yeting's face darkened.

The people standing nearby were holding back their laughter. It was so uncomfortable; they really wanted to laugh out loud, but they were afraid that Fourth Master would scold them.

Mo Yiqing chuckled, "Great-Grandma, what you said is truly insightful."

Gu Zhihua's face turned even redder as she thought of something embarrassing...

Seeing that she seemed to be thinking something naughty, Mo Yeting leaned close to her ear and said, "Don't worry, I can do anything."

Gu Zhihua secretly pinched his thigh, feeling so shy.

"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses! I'm so happy today. I wish my uncle and aunt a long and happy life together." Mo Yiqing raised her glass, and everyone else did too.

Gu Zhihua and Mo Yeting looked at each other, their eyes filled with deep affection.

The banquet hall downstairs.

A few waiters leaning against the bar started gossiping amongst themselves.

"That girl named Gu Zhihua is so lucky!"

"A drone confession? That's so romantic!"

"This cost is outrageous! Adding the fireworks that were just going off, this confession must be worth over a million!"

"You're underestimating it. I just saw someone post on WeChat Moments that all the big screens in our Marriott Hotel building are scrolling with love confessions. It must have cost over a hundred million."

"Is the guy who confessed his love handsome? I'm so curious!"

"I think someone with that kind of ability must be quite old. I went to the top floor to get something just now and I think I saw an old man in a suit..."

"No way? Don't ruin my dream about this rich person."

Song Mianmian overheard the conversation of several waiters and thought to herself, "I knew it! Gu Zhihua must have been confessed to by an older man. What young man would have that kind of appeal?"

Even though Fu Yanche is the heir to the most powerful family in Kyoto, the real power is still in his father's hands. He couldn't even prepare such a big surprise for himself. Why should Gu Zhihua have it?

Thinking this way, she seemed to feel better and more at peace.

So what if I can celebrate my birthday at a garden restaurant? So what if I can have a fireworks and drone confession?

Being with an older man, he probably wouldn't be able to perform in that area, it's amazing she can hold on.

She wanted to see what this old man looked like, and also to verify whether Gu Zhihua was really with him.

She secretly went to the top floor, but just as she was about to go in, a waiter stopped her, saying, "Miss, this place is not open to the public today."

"I'm here for a birthday party, and I know the people inside," she lied.

"Then please call and have someone inside come and pick you up." The waiter refused to let them in because he had been instructed not to let anyone in.

Song Mianmian was speechless. This waiter was not easy to fool. She had no choice but to stand on tiptoe to try and see what was going on inside.

"Miss, please leave." The waiter could tell she had lied. If she were a normal person, it wouldn't be difficult to make a phone call and have someone come out to pick her up.

at this time.

Butler Mo happened to be passing by. She stared wide-eyed. It really was an old man!

Butler Mo, dressed in a bespoke suit, exuded elegance despite his age.

Song Mianmian guessed it must be him. She secretly took out her phone and took a picture of Butler Mo, but unfortunately she could only get a side view.

"Miss, if you don't leave, I'll call security." The waiter felt that she was up to something bad.

"Fine, I'll leave now. What's the big deal?" She rolled her eyes at the waiter and turned to leave.

She returned to the banquet hall, looked at the photo, and a scheming glint flashed in her eyes. "Gu Zhihua, you have quite the appetite. This old man looks very well-preserved, but he's definitely sixty years old. Let's wait and see."

The garden restaurant was filled with laughter and joy as everyone played games.

Mo Yeting spoke up, telling everyone to have fun and drink without worry.

Gu Zhihua drank quite a bit of alcohol while playing games, and Mo Yeting offered to help her, but she refused.

She got drunk without even realizing it.

Looking at Mo Yeting with dreamy eyes, she said, "Ah Ting, you're so handsome~"

Mo Yiqing wasn't drunk; she was incredibly excited. "My little aunt seems to be drunk!"

"Ah Ting, you and Zhihua go home first, we'll play in the back." Old Madam Mo was having a great time.

Mo Yeting smiled helplessly as he looked at his grandmother, who was acting like a playful old child.

Hearing their words, Gu Zhihua stammered, "I...I'm not...not drunk yet, I...let's continue..."

"You're really drunk. A drunk person can't say they're not drunk." Mo Yiqing said with a grin, finding her drunken appearance quite adorable.

"You're really not drunk?" Gu Zhihua pouted.

"Alright, you lost now, so I'll let you kiss my uncle." Mo Yiqing was just trying to fool her.

She really thought she had lost, so she turned to look at Mo Yeting, grabbed his tie, and kissed him.

Mo Yeting really couldn't do anything with this little drunkard, so he punished her by gently biting her lip.

"Ugh... Mo Yeting, why did you bite me? Are you a dog?"

"I'm not a dog, I belong to your husband." After saying that, Mo Yeting picked her up by the waist.

"Your uncle is so eloquent, he's shameless. He's even more shameless than your husband," Old Madam Mo complained.

"Great-Grandma, my uncle seems to have cheated! How is he so good at this?" Mo Yiqing teased.

"You guys stay behind, I'll take her home first," Mo Yeting said.

"Ah Ting, good luck, try to get your marriage certificate as soon as possible." Old Madam Mo made a gesture of encouragement.

Mo Yeting smiled and left with Gu Zhihua.

Gu Zhihua, drunk and restless, wrapped her arms around Mo Yeting's neck and asked, "Are you really my husband?"

"Do you want me to be your husband?" Mo Yeting smiled mischievously.

"Yes." Her face flushed, and she giggled as she finished speaking.

"Then call me 'husband' first, hmm?" His deep voice was alluring, enticing her to call him husband.

She raised her dreamy eyes, looked at his handsome face, and reached out to touch it, "Husband~"

That one word, "husband," made his blood boil. He carried her into the elevator, "Baby, could you say 'husband' again?"

"Husband~ Husband~" she called twice.

Mo Yeting's eyes were dark and unfathomable. If, under certain circumstances, she called him "husband" in such a soft and sweet voice, wouldn't he feel like he was in heaven?