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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nIn the end…

n“We’re out of food,” Mo Jiangye, who was standing not far away from his wife, remarked out of the blue as he buttoned up his shirt.

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nYe Erruo was confused.

nHe turned to look at her. “Let’s drop by the supermarket.”

n“Just tell me directly if you want to go grocery shopping with me.” She chuckled.

n“I want dumplings,” he said earnestly.

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nWhen he said that, she played dumb and told him, “Get the maids to make some, or we can buy some frozen dumplings later for you to eat when we get back home.”

nHer suggestions had him furrowing his brow in displeasure and approaching the bedside with a dangerous aura. The woman jumped into his arms right away and put her arms around him with a coaxing smile. “Alright, alright. I’ll make you dumplings tomorrow.”

nHe stumbled backward a little as he held her in his arms unsteadily, caught off guard by her abrupt action. This didn’t stop his eyes from shining in delight, though. His gaze was soft and filled with indulgence when he heard her promise to make him dumplings.

n“Mealtime.”

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nThe man then headed downstairs for lunch while holding her tightly in his arms. Everything that his wife ate seemed delicious to him.

nLater, in the supermarket, Mo Jiangye casually strolled and shopped down the vegetable aisle while holding his wife’s hand in his.

nFrom time to time, the woman would turn her head toward him and ask him something, to which he would answer accordingly with his smiling eyes fixed on her. The two seemed like a couple passionately in love.

nYe Erruo placed a hand on the handle, while her other hand was held in her husband’s during the escalator ride to the lower floor. Throughout that long escalator ride, however, someone was behaving furtively and peeking over at them.

nSmack! Her hand was slapped hard out of the blue, causing it to hastily reel back from the escalator handle.

nHer husband’s eyes turned frigid at once as he trained his icy gaze on the person who was on the escalator right beside the one they were riding and moving upward in the opposite direction.

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nThe culprit was a boy around eight or nine years old, who might have thought smacking Ye Erruo’s hand was a mischievous prank.

nMeanwhile, the adult beside him, who had failed to detect the child’s wrongdoing, continued riding the escalator with nonchalance.

nHalf the people on the escalators looked up at the mother-son pair before silently directing their gazes at Mo Jiangye.

nHe suddenly pivoted on his feet and climbed up the escalator.

n“Mo Jiangye, where are you going?”

n“Hey!” Feeling helpless, she could do nothing but follow him.

nHis fearsome aura made the passersby around him hastily make way for him.

nIt did not take long before he reached the floor level, timely matching the arrival of the boy with theirs.

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nWithout any verbal warning, he lifted the child.

n“Who are you and what are you doing? Release my son now!” The lady was furious.

n“Let go of me! Let go of me!”

nHe dragged the boy straight toward his wife. “Apologize!”

nIf this isn’t just a child… Ha…

n“Apologize? What for?” The woman beside them hastily stepped forward and protectively pulled her son behind her.

nHe pulled his wife’s hand over toward him, his displeasure intensifying dangerously at the sight of its red and swollen back.

n“Apologize.”

nThey were soon surrounded by curious onlookers.

nThe woman, however, brushed his words off with a disdainful laugh. “Come on, he’s only a kid. Don’t you, an adult, feel ashamed for being so calculative with a kid? Need you come pulling and tugging at my son when he only accidentally hit her? Will you be able to bear the responsibility if my son gets injured because of this scuffle?”

n“No, no. He won’t.” The boy hid behind his mother and pulled a face at Ye Erruo.

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