100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

"Dad, should we leave first?"

Qi Ziduo saw his cold and indifferent uncle about to come in, so he covered his mouth with his hand and asked his embarrassed father in a low voice.

He had come to his senses now. His grandfather had just "performed" the face-changing technique, and his eyes suddenly showed a "ferocious" look, obviously disliking the three of them being in the way.

After all, my uncle rarely comes back in more than ten years and is willing to stay for one more day. My grandfather definitely doesn’t want “outsiders” like them to disturb him.

At this time, the Fourth Master Qi Jinlin also understood the meaning behind his old father's sharp eyes. He thought they were redundant and came at the wrong time.

He had some things to deal with during the day, so after asking the family tree to come out and finish the worship, he left the old house.

The brothers had discussed before that they would take turns to chat and dine with the old man every day. If they were not available, they would let their children and grandchildren represent them. They would never let the old man be lonely and bored.

It was his turn tonight, but he didn't expect Lao Wu to be there. No one even informed him, and he became an embarrassed clown for no reason.

His son Qi Ziduo was still waiting for him to make a decision. When he wanted to say something, Qi Jinan walked in from outside.

When the old man saw his youngest son who was both talented and handsome, he couldn't help but curved his eyebrows. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a little, focusing the light in his old eyes, which was very bright.

He clenched his cane tightly, and his lips trembled several times before he successfully pronounced, "Xiao An."

Thousands of words can only be summed up into this familiar nickname.

However, in Qi Jinan's cold eyes, there was only that graceful little wife.

After becoming pregnant, she became more gentle and charming, and the coldness that she had deliberately created in the past was weakened a little.

Zhao Chuyu stood there calmly, looking at the handsome man walking towards her, with a slight curl of her lips, "Jin'an, can I have dinner here?"

The desire in the old man's eyes to dine with him was so strong that even she, who didn't know the inside story, could feel it deeply.

From his subtle facial expressions and movements, one can see how much this old man wants to sit down with his youngest son whom he hasn't seen for many years and chat about family matters.

Qi Jinan ignored everyone around him and walked resolutely up to the woman he had chosen as his little wife, staring only at her, as if checking whether she had suffered any external injuries.

He still remembered the scene when she was in an unstable mood in the elevator of the shopping mall before returning to the old house. He stretched out his left hand and used his slender knuckles to gently lift the loose hair on her cheek and tuck it behind her ear as if no one was around, and then responded to her question in a gentle voice.

"Okay, let's have dinner here."

Then, he asked Zheng Zhi, who was following behind him, to take the five-layer food box to the dining table and put the steaming food inside on the table with insulation function.

When those delicious-looking dishes came into view, the "little glutton" in Zhao Chuyu's stomach immediately woke up and frantically clamored to be fed quickly.

She swallowed subconsciously. Why did it feel more tempting than the one at noon? Was it because she was too hungry?

The old man saw her cute expression and said with a loving smile: "Chu Yu must be hungry, eat first."

Having said that, he let her take a seat first.

Qi Jinan didn't even look at the old man. He sat next to his little Chuyu and picked up the chopsticks to serve her food as usual.

Qi Jinlin, who felt like an outsider, smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, Dad, I remembered that I have something to deal with, so I'll go back with Ziduo first and come to have dinner with you tomorrow."

He couldn't fit in at all in this happy atmosphere, so he had to leave first to avoid being annoying.

The old man put away his smile and looked at the fourth brother, "Well, if there is something important, go back quickly."

"Yes, Dad, I'll be right back."

Qi Jinlin made a subtle gesture to his son Qi Ziduo to leave first, then turned around and left first.

Before Qi Ziduo left, he bowed slightly respectfully to the three elders sitting at the dining table, "Grandpa, uncle and aunt, enjoy your meal. Ziduo will be leaving now."

In the Qi family, filial piety is particularly important. If the younger generation wants to go back, they must say goodbye to the elders first.

"Well, the roads are slippery in snowy weather, so ask the driver to drive slower." The old man was not too harsh on his grandson and his tone was relatively gentle.

Qi Ziduo smiled, answered "Yes, Grandpa", and followed his father out of the main building restaurant.

The only people left in the simply and elegantly decorated restaurant were the old man and Qi Jinan, an engaged couple, who were sitting at the top table.

Assistant Zheng Zhi was very tactful. After arranging the dishes one by one, he "retired" and did not want to be an eyesore.

When Qi Ziduo left, the old butler also left following the old man's eye signal, leaving the space for the father and son who had finally reunited.

However, this father and son, who have an awkward relationship, still have zero communication.

The old man really wanted to talk to his youngest son, but the other party's whole attention was on his young wife and he treated him as if he were air.

Even if he wanted to say something, it would be difficult for him to open his mouth and ruin the opportunity to have dinner together that he had "asked" for with great difficulty.

Zhao Chuyu was in a good mood and didn't care about the awkward atmosphere between the father and son.

After a "long" wait, coupled with the dark memories evoked by the strange phone call in the elevator, it took a lot of willpower to suppress it. I was already starving.

When he ate the steamed chicken with mushrooms and red dates that Qi Jinan put in the bowl, his eyes lit up. The chicken was tender and full of the fresh aroma of mushrooms and red dates. A light chewing of it filled his mouth with sweetness.

The lips that were stained with a little juice curved up into an arc, showing a sweet smile, "This chicken is delicious, I want more."

"Okay, eat slowly, don't rush."

Qi Jinan was picking up asparagus and shrimp for her. Hearing this, his thin lips unconsciously raised slightly, and his cold eyes, which only reflected her figure, were filled with a hint of tenderness.

This was the first time the old man saw such a heart-warming smile on his youngest son’s face. There was not a trace of coldness in his face, just like a perfect husband who doted on his little wife.

It turned out that his Xiao An was not the "sexless person" as the doctor had asserted, but had his own emotions and desires just like any other man in the world.

The old man's stunned expression caught Zhao Chuyu's attention, and he turned his head and said to him, "This chicken is soft and tender, and it's cooked to perfection. Would you like to try it too?"

After hearing what his new daughter-in-law said, the old man really wanted to taste it.

Generally speaking, he rarely eats meat at night and mainly eats vegetarian food.

But for some reason, he wanted to eat tonight's meal, as if he would regret it for the rest of his life if he missed it.

He gave a kind smile to the girl who was well taken care of by his youngest son, "Okay, Chuyu said it's delicious, then it must be delicious, Dad will try it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand as old as a withered vine picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempting chicken breast, put it in the bowl, then changed to his own chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

When the different sweet taste spread in his mouth, he immediately realized that it was not made by the chef at home.

Thinking of what the housekeeper said last night, he guessed that this was cooked by his youngest son himself.

A sudden sour feeling came over my sunken pupils, and tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.

I never thought that I would be able to eat meals cooked by Xiao An in my lifetime.

Yu Guangzhong saw his son's right palm wrapped in a black tie and vaguely thought of something.

Out of concern for his son, he swallowed the food in his mouth, thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but asked with concern: "Xiao An, your hand..."

Before he could utter the last few words, he was interrupted, "Xiao Chuyu, try this assorted tofu casserole."

Qi Jinan picked up the porcelain spoon and scooped the delicious stew of fresh shrimp, whitebait and tofu into Zhao Chuyu's bowl, then gave his old father a warning look.

It seems to be saying: If you still want to continue eating, don't say a single extra word.

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