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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nShe suffered only from superficial wounds, but despite her carefully applying medication to the wounds during the past few days, there were still some remaining marks on her skin that had yet to fade off.

nWith her mind currently somewhat dazed, Mu Huan instinctively answered, “I got them… from boxing…”

n“Boxing?” The frown on the man’s face became deeper.

nWhen she came back to her senses and realized what she had just said, a shiver ran down her back.

n“I… I wanted to pick up… pick up some self-defense skills… I…”

n“You can pick up some other skills. Boxing doesn’t suit you.” The lass was so delicate and fragile that she was not suited for such an aggressive sport.

nThose wounds were a glaring eyesore to him.

n“Right, right.” She nodded earnestly.

nThat night, Bao Junyan was especially gentle toward her, treating her as if she were a delicate ceramic doll.

nHe did not torment her too much and merely hugged her to sleep.

nThe man was surprisingly resting at home the next day.

nThis made Mu Huan a little restless as she did not know how to get along with him normally.

nIt was a good thing that he headed straight to the study to busy himself after he was done with breakfast.

nShe heaved a sigh of relief at that. At the thought that she could not step out of the house today, she then took out the pharmaceutical book she bought from the bookshop the other day and began reading it.

nWhen Bao Junyan came out from the study later, he found Mu Huan sitting on the sofa before the French window, fully engrossed in her book with sunlight shining down on her and enveloping her entirely in a glow.

nIt was his first time taking such a good look at this little wife of his, and he concluded that she was a very attractive person.

nMu Huan lifted her head when she sensed that someone was looking at her, and when she saw her husband standing there, she immediately became restless again.

nThe reason why she refused to get close to him was that it would make things a lot more difficult to hide from him.

nAs time went by, however, they would only get more familiar with each other.

nShe had originally planned on leaving upon gaining some foothold after her graduation, but on second thought, now… could she actually remain safely by Bao Junyan’s side without exposing herself?

nShe was being a tad too naive in her thinking back then.

nNonetheless, having things come to this stage now, she could only take one step at a time.

n“You’re done busying yourself, Hubby?” The woman flashed a brilliant smile at him as she stood up and made her way toward him.

nThe sight of her forced smile, however, somewhat irked him.

n“Mm.”

n“What would you like to eat for lunch? Shall I cook for you?”

n“No need.”

n“Is my cooking too terrible?” She immediately reflected on her cooking skills. If she could not even prepare a meal well, then she could not be deemed as a virtuous wife.

n“I didn’t marry you to make you cook for me. There’s a chef at home for that.”

nSomehow, she sensed that the man seemed to be fuming away.

nShe reflected on herself for a bit, but she did not seem to have done anything that could cause his anger at all.

nAnd so, she could only hum an acknowledgment with bowed head.

nThe sight of her fluffy head irked him even further.

nJust when he wanted to turn around and head upstairs…

nShe lifted her head. “Hubby, it’ll be my grandma’s birthday banquet in two days. Can you go back with me?”

nHer question was asked ever so carefully with hints of a begging tone in it.

nBao Junyan: “…”

nFor something that was only right for him to go back with her for, she actually used such a pleading look on him.

n“Hubby?”

n“Alright.”

nA smile immediately spread across her face before she continued asking, “Can you draw or write calligraphy?”

n“What about it?”

n“My grandma lacks for nothing, so I really don’t know what present I should prepare for her. I’m sure she would be overjoyed to receive a handpainted artwork or handwritten calligraphy piece from you as a birthday gift!” Her grandma might have said that she wanted a generous gift, but she did not specify in which aspect.

nWho would dare to deem her husband’s handpainted artwork or handwritten calligraphy piece worthless?

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