My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me

Qin Zhiyou didn’t expect that despite his precautions, Lu Weixi and Qin Zhigu ended up meeting alone. If Qin Zhiyou had known earlier, he certainly would have regretted his out-of-town trip.

But that’s beside the point.

The large estate extended over a vast expanse and was built against a mountain. From the garage to the front courtyard there was a large forecourt, behind which there was a garden.

As Lu Weixi stepped out of the garage, her eyes immediately landed on Qin Zhigu, standing by the flowerbed in the forecourt, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her.

Qin Zhigu wore his once-favorite plain, unpatterned T-shirt with light blue jeans. His hair was slightly shorter than in the past, which made him look youthful. His complexion was a little darker, his frame a little taller, but the gentleness in his eyes was just the same.

The sun cast its rays on him, highlighting the vibrant blooms by his feet.

Time seemed to have rewound. For a moment, Lu Weixi got the illusion as if the past six years, their deep love, betrayal, resentment, and separation, had never happened. He was still the boy she loved; he was still the gentle soul he had always been.

But then.

The distant call from a servant: “Young Madam,” shattered her memories, flooding her mind with realities and dissipating the haze in her gaze.

She was now Qin Zhiyou’s wife; they’ve been married for five years. And whatever relationship Qin Zhigu had with Cai Yiren, or whoever he had been with over the years, it had nothing to do with her.

Her long eyelashes dipped as she replaced the car keys in her pocket. She glanced at him once more before deciding to walk around him.

As they brushed past each other, she clearly felt the slight tremor in the man’s body, as if experiencing a significant shock. She paid no heed, took a couple of steps forward, then heard his trembling voice behind her: “Xixi.”

Lu Weixi stopped in her tracks.

“Xixi.” The first time Qin Zhigu said her name it was barely audible, but on repeating it, the word took on a whole new weight.

Desire unfulfilled, longing unquenched. The three sufferings of life encapsulated: the sorrow of love, the bitterness of parting, the frustration of unfulfillment. It felt as if his call contained them all.

Lu Weixi took a deep breath, intending to turn around and respond coldly, but the cold air she inhaled gave her a tickle in her throat, rendering her momentarily speechless. All she could do was turn to face him, her face flushed with detached coldness.

“Xixi, these past years… have you been well?”

Qin Zhigu’s voice was a bit bitter. He remembered a time when they were together and she had mentioned that she hated being asked “Are you well?” during reunions after long separations.

For whether you’re well or not, it’s written all over your face. If you’re well, your healthy glow is apparent, and the question is redundant. If you’re not well, you wouldn’t want to be reminded of past sorrows.

Had Lu Weixi been well?

She was more beautiful than before and seemed in good health. As the matriarch of the Qin family, even if Qin Zhiyou didn’t love her, he wouldn’t let others disgrace her, so she still held her position.

But to say she’s been well, even she wouldn’t believe it. If she’d been well, she would be as she was before: spoiled and pampered, a naive heiress.