My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me

What was initially a drowsy Qin Zhiyou instantly awakened from his state, sitting up almost immediately. Naked beside him, Lu Weixi seemed a bit disturbed, puckering her lips in dissatisfaction. He picked up his phone, gave her sleeping face a glance, tucked her in properly, casually picked up his robes, and walked to the hallway to whisper, “What’s happening?”

“Check your friends’ circle,” Yu Sixing replied. Without hesitation, Qin Zhiyou dived into his social media circles. As expected, Qin Zhigu, who had not updated his status for a long while, had posted a few photos of several landscape paintings and pieces of classical porcelain. The caption was, “Visiting a friend’s house.” His own image and any group photos with friends were absent.

That was not the main point. The point was his location—upper-town China.

Although not in Yan City, he was definitely back in the country, not on the far side of the distant ocean.

Meanwhile, Yu Sixing continued, “His return this time was secretive. Even my brother, who is closest to him, was not informed. Not sure if he plans to stay for good or just passing by. But regardless, you need to be cautious. Your uncle and aunt have long been displeased with you, Qin Zhizha and Qin Zhimei have long aimed to pull you down.”

Qin Zhiyou waited for him to finish speaking, then slowly nodded, “I understand.”

He spent a moment more before returning, gently pushing open the bedroom door. In the bedroom, Lu Weixi was still resting, her eyes peacefully closed in sleep. He sat beside the large bed, watching her peaceful profile, his gaze never leaving her.

He was not worried about his company. Even if Qin Zhigu really returned to compete with him, he would definitely not lose. Five years had passed, and he was no longer the hot-headed youth who lost to his aunt and uncle due to a moment of negligence. He was now stable, experienced, and every step he took was carefully considered. He would not allow others to easily outwit him. Qin Zhigu was capable, he admitted, but Qin Zhigu was a theoretical man. Top in technical abilities, but when it came to business management, he was nowhere near him.

But her, only her.

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No one knew better than him how much Lu Weixi loved Qin Zhigu back then. If Qin Zhigu hadn’t been blinded by white lotus deceit, choosing to trust his ex-girlfriend and abandoned her. He believed even if he’d gained her body, she would still have wholeheartedly loved Qin Zhigu and not looked back.

Although she did hate Qin Zhigu enough to turn to him as soon as Qin Zhigu betrayed her. But without love, where does hatred stem from? For instance, even if he found a hundred and eighty women in front of her, she wouldn’t bat an eye.

Because she didn’t love him, she didn’t care about him at all, so no matter how many women he had, she never interfered or asked.

His throat bobbed, Qin Zhiyou’s gaze darkened, his fingers tightly clenched and slowly relaxed. He knew he was wrong, but he still sneakily unlocked her phone with her finger and silently logged into her WeChat.

Her WeChat was empty, there was no trace of Qin Zhigu in her friends’ circle, microblog, address book, or QQ. After they broke up, she immediately blocked and deleted all contact methods with Qin Zhigu, not giving herself any chance for hesitation, almost ruthlessly and immediately sought comfort in his arms.

But now, Qin Zhigu was back. And he also learned, he and the ex-girlfriend broke up a few years ago.

If he were to pursue Lu Weixi again…

Qin Zhiyou’s face darkened quietly as he watched her. Lu Weixi, deep in sleep, was oblivious to his gaze; her lips moved slightly as she adjusted her sleeping position. Yet, she slept extremely peacefully. He stared at her, his eyes gradually softened.

He also knew that Qin Zhigu would eventually return, there would come such a day. He just didn’t know how much of Qin Zhigu was still in Lu Weixi’s heart today.

Tonight seemed to be incredibly dark and long.

Lu Weixi woke up amidst a haze of smoke. With heavy eyes, she saw that Qin Zhiyou was awake. He stood by the window in quiet contemplation, staring blankly at the view outside. Between his slender index and middle fingers, a cigarette clung—not smoked in a while—the ash collected long. The glass ashtray on the window sill was filled with cigarette butts.

Qin Zhiyou rarely smoked, but often drank due to business reasons. She couldn’t recall the last time she saw him smoking. Perhaps, it was five years ago, right after they got married.

Shrouded in smoke, Qin Zhiyou, like a satan fallen into the mist, had distant, dull pupils and an incredibly ethereal expression. His aura secluded within the smoke.

“Zhiyou?”

Confused, she called out. It was just past seven, wasn’t it too early? Upon hearing her voice, he lowered his fingers, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray, and slowly walked towards her.

Qin Zhiyou sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixated on her—so deep and silent. His stare made Lu Weixi somewhat uneasy. Just when she was unsure what to say, he leant in, making her nearly breathless, before slowly backing away.

Thankfully, he didn’t persist afterward. He dressed and headed for the washroom straight away..