At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Ding-dong-

The elevator doors opened.

Su Che walked into the connecting corridor, stepped through the white security door, turned left, and went to the end of the passage.

Face the room on your right and open the door.

I could faintly hear singing coming from inside the house.

It was obvious that An Qing was secretly practicing singing again, and Miya didn't seem to be home.

After all, it's only at times like these that house cats will unleash their vocal prowess, secretly honing their vocal skills when no one is watching.

No musician's skills are innate; no musician's piano skills are untrained; the same applies to singers.

An Qing put in a lot of effort behind the scenes, but we rarely see it. Only in the rehearsal room and on stage can we deduce the amount of hard work she put in behind the scenes through the results...

This child... really needs to be rubbed.

Click.

Su Che shook his head, turned the key, and opened the door.

On the other side of the screen, An Qing was startled by his voice. Her body tensed up, her face flushed, and she turned around, quickly taking off her headphones.

"Cheche, you're back..."

She seems different today.

"What's there to be nervous about? Keep practicing, don't worry about me."

Su Che glanced at her, placed the large bag of delicious food he was carrying on the dining table, and smiled gently:

"I just came back to bring you two some food and pick up a piano. I think I'll be home around eight o'clock today, so don't wait up for dinner."

He smiled and briefly shared his itinerary.

"So busy."

Upon hearing this, An Qing's face showed a hint of resentment as she recounted, "Cheche, you didn't come home yesterday either... I can understand working part-time, but you'll be out all day today... We can't even have dinner together... Waaah."

"...Then I'll try to come back early so we can have dinner together, okay?"

Su Che will still try his best to spoil her.

"!"

Upon hearing this, the house cat finally smiled and said, "Hehe, I knew it, Cheche spoils me the most."

She straightened her skirt, her slender frame darting towards him, and then leaned forward with her chest puffed out—

Using extremely shameless tactics, she managed to claim his embrace.

"..."

Just like it says in "The Whisper of the Sun"—"No one can resist the soft touch of a young girl."

With such skill limitations, even if things are urgent, a man will still have to wait a while before he can finally extricate himself.

Without exception.

"An Qing, why are you so limp today?"

"Haven't I always been like this?" she winked playfully.

"...No, what I mean is, you seem a little different today."

"Really? It's been kept at home by Cheche and hasn't been favored, so of course it'll change a bit."

She buried her head in his chest, and before he could respond, she continued to whisper, "Actually, it's because I just took a shower and haven't had time to put on makeup yet, so I don't dare show you my bare face..."

"Pfft... Is that what you think?" Su Che couldn't help but chuckle.

"Um... I'm afraid Cheche will think I'm not good-looking."

"Wake up, I'm not a looks-obsessed person."

He found the girl increasingly adorable; her thoughts were adorable, and her behavior was somewhat adorable.

He couldn't help but raise his hands to cup her cheeks, wanting to see her face to see what was wrong.

An Qing initially resisted being forced into this situation.

Her little hands gripped his clothes tightly, refusing to look up, trying to resist his movements.

But how could she be stronger than him?

In no time at all, her completely bare face was turned around, exposing it to his direct view—

"No, no...! Ah—!"

The girl, like a vampire exposed to sunlight, gasped and cried out repeatedly:

"Don't look! Cheche, if you look again I won't be friends with you anymore! You can't look!"

She spoke these childlike words with a flushed face.

Su Che found it quite amusing and couldn't help but move his face closer to hers, reducing the distance between them from ten centimeters to just a few centimeters...

"Oh? Isn't it perfectly clean and flawless? An Qing, what are you so obsessed with? I think you're very beautiful."

"Do not……"

The girl was on the verge of tears, repeatedly emphasizing, "Compared to Senior Yu Xi, my face is only very ordinary, really very ordinary! Even your online friends, like Nana and the like, are prettier than me!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Where did you get that conclusion from?"

Su Che was speechless. "Everyone's aesthetic sense is different. There's no absolute standard for beauty or ugliness. Besides, your face is very beautiful in my eyes. Why are you so insecure?"

"Cheche, please stop comforting me. I... I can't face anyone without makeup."

The girl shook her head repeatedly, still believing that she was at a complete disadvantage in terms of appearance.

I think you're sick.

In the blink of an eye, Su Che made up his mind, swept her up in his arms, and carried her to the waist.

With her eyes wide open, and taking advantage of the lingering effects of the herbal tea, he tossed her straight onto the bed, turned around, and strode to close the heavy curtains with a whoosh.

In an instant, the once brightly lit room became dark.

"Cheche! What are you doing?!"

A girl's scream came from inside the house.

For some reason, a tiny hint of anticipation lingered in her fearful voice.

"Nothing much. Just help cure your low self-esteem."

"...?!"

Very decisive.

Su Che decided to train his pet cat in his own way.

As the feline overlord, it's essential to let your cat know just how adorable she is.

The air in the room, which had been normal, suddenly became ambiguous.

The girl's singing practice plan was abruptly terminated.

Instead, there were soft meows from cats.

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……

Chapter 192 My daughter-in-law seems a bit strange.

"Hey? When are you coming to see me? You didn't stay in bed for days after I teased you a little, did you?"

On the phone screen, a voice summary sent by Bai Qiao was displayed.

Su Che lay on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, slowly exhaling a puff of white smoke with a helpless yet comfortable feeling.

On one side, his soft, rosy-cheeked cat curled up in his arms, looking like a birthday cat that had eaten canned tuna for the first time ever.

She was satisfied after being taught a lesson and no longer felt inferior.

What I've always wanted, I finally got on this morning with the curtains drawn.

In fact, Su Che had wanted to do this for a long time.

This time, since Miya wasn't home and the cat was itching to get married, we took the opportunity and got it done.

The only problem now is that I'm worried my health will deteriorate further, to the point where it's beyond repair.

But it seems that my worries were unnecessary.

Old Wang's herbal tea is truly effective. I only drank one sample packet, and I already won three consecutive battles perfectly, leaving the cats completely hooked.

Most importantly, I didn't feel tired or fatigued at all... Keep in mind, this is only one-third of a dose of medicine...

If one-third of it is like this, then if you drink it for three consecutive days, and finish one dose, or a whole course of treatment...

Even if facing White Chocolate, wouldn't he be able to put up a fight?

[You'd better not talk back to me. When I'm rich, I can prepare a special combat system for you and teach you a lesson you'll never forget for three days straight. Let's see if you still dare to ride roughshod over me.]

Su Che thought fiercely to himself.

On the surface, however, he acted as if nothing had happened: "I was really exhausted and delayed for a few days. Don't worry, we're not leaving Tianhai yet, are we? Let me catch my breath, and I'll come to get my clothes from you after I've calmed down."

He soothed Bai Qiao in a gentle tone.

Bai Qiao immediately replied with a maid cat emoji that said yes.

After a brief exchange, he got up, dressed, tidied himself up, and then glanced back at the exhausted An Qing before confidently carrying his zither out the door.

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10:30, Studio 61.

At the entrance, a little girl, invited by the authorities, looked up at the sign above, appearing somewhat nervous.