Reborn after marriage, He Shao becomes addicted to pampering his wife

The two came out of the hospital. The weather was cold, with snow everywhere. Patients were hurrying in front of the hospital.

"Go straight back to the old house?"

A low, mellow voice came from beside her ear. She lowered her eyes and flashed slightly, and responded crisply.

It is almost eleven o'clock now. It takes about an hour to get to the old house from the hospital, and we can arrive before twelve o'clock.

When the car passed the traffic light, Su Xi glanced casually and saw a car passing by in the lane in front of him, and a familiar figure was sitting in the back seat.

How come he is in country Z?

Then she took out her cell phone from her exquisite little bag and tapped her fair fingertips to send a message, as if she was confirming something.

While waiting for a reply, the car passed through the traffic and arrived smoothly at the He family's old house.

The He family in Kyoto is located in a villa area in the suburbs of Beijing halfway up the mountain. The air quality here is excellent, the scenery is beautiful, and the privacy is excellent. It is a Feng Shui treasure land for aristocratic families to live in, and it is in short supply.

He Zhenyun, the old man of the He family, is the person in power of the previous generation. He is ruthless and rigorous in his work style. He has led the century-old He family to a higher level. He is a well-known figure in the wealthy family in Beijing, and has two sons and one daughter.

His eldest son, He Shaoping, is the current head of the He family and the father of He Yichuan, the eldest son. He Yichuan later gave birth to He Yilang and He Xiaoan. The brother and sister are fraternal twins, only 21 years old, both studying at Peking University, four years younger than He Yichuan.

The two are cheerful, lively and active, which is completely different from He Yichuan's personality.

He Yichuan was a serious, stern and taciturn person by nature, with a steady and serious style. The brother and sister were a little afraid of him, so Mrs. He often asked He Yichuan to discipline them.

Su Xi followed He Yichuan back to the old house. The doors were already open. The servant at the door saw the two people coming from afar and immediately turned back to the hall to inform everyone.

"Madam, Miss, the young master is back."

"came back?"

Mrs. He was sitting on the sofa with an elegant and dignified posture, talking to He Xiaoan. When she heard the servant's report, she stood up in surprise and walked towards the door.

As soon as they arrived at the main gate of the house, they looked up and saw her coming out. He Yichuan's voice was cold, with a slight curve between his thin lips. He strode forward and shouted, "Mom."

Su Xi looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a smile, and said politely to the person opposite: "Auntie, long time no see."

Su Xi came here once before getting the marriage certificate, and never came to the old house again after that.

He Yichuan is strong and handsome, with a straight nose. Judging from his appearance alone, he is definitely at the top of the list in this aristocratic family circle, and is one of the best. Most of his facial features are like those of Madam He, and the similarities are evident in his eyebrows and eyes.

Mrs. He was wearing a plain cheongsam, looking elegant and graceful. She walked calmly and gracefully, and nodded to Su Xi in a gentle manner, "Xiao Xi, come in quickly."

She was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she would come here. She had very complicated feelings towards Su Xi.

Half a year ago, Mr. He suddenly proposed that He Yichuan and Su Xi get married, an orphan girl who came from nowhere and whose origins were unknown. For such a person, I thought her husband would not agree, but as a person who always respected children, he nodded in approval of this outrageous thing.

As a mother who dotes on her son, Mrs. He didn't know how to comfort herself. Her outstanding son's marriage was so casual. It was not with the person he liked, nor was it a marriage between people of equal social status. They had never even met each other. It was just the request of the older generation.

Since He Yichuan retired from the army and took over the family business, Mrs. He began to consider his marriage. She secretly watched the outstanding daughters of various aristocratic families and had her own standards for the future daughter-in-law.

Her ideal daughter-in-law, the future mistress of the He family, does not have to be well-educated, gentle, beautiful, or a strong woman who is good at dealing with people, but she must be someone her son likes and someone who can support each other, rather than a chaotic and unfamiliar marriage.

Because of this, Mrs. He rarely took the initiative to interact with her, and naturally never mentioned asking Su Xi to change her words. He Yilang, He Xiaoan and Su Xi were even less familiar with each other, just a casual acquaintance.

Su Xi had been wandering outside since she was a child. She was good at observing people's words and expressions and had a delicate mind. She knew that Su Xi had a grudge in her heart, so she kept calling her uncle and aunt.

Besides, she and He Yichuan had signed an agreement. In the man's mind, their marriage was only temporary and they might break up one day, so he didn't care about her name.

He Xiaoan was wearing a white long dress with various textures on the hem, exuding a lively and fresh atmosphere.

She was a few steps behind Mrs. He and was a little surprised to see Su Xi, but she was in a bad mood at the moment and just called out softly, "Brother, Sister Xixi."

He Yichuan's dark eyes fell on He Xiaoan. The corners of her eyes were slightly wet, the tip of her beautiful and small nose was red, and she looked depressed. He looked slightly displeased, pursed his thin lips and nodded.

Su Xi observed silently, and responded with a smile: "Xiao An."

Mrs. He asked them to go in while arranging for the servants to go downstairs to prepare the meal. At this moment, a voice came from the corner of the second floor, "Brother, you are back!"

Old Master He, He family patriarch He Shaoping, and He Yichuan’s younger brother He Yilang walked down from the second floor.

Mr. He is eighty years old, but he is in good spirits. He is wearing a Tang-style long robe and has a strong aura. He Shaoping and He Yilang follow closely behind him.

"Grandpa, Dad." "Grandpa He, Uncle." The two of them looked up, saw them coming down the stairs, and took the initiative to greet them.

He Yilang's handsome face had clear contours, his hair was slightly messy, he wore casual clothes on his upper body and black pants on his lower body. Compared with He Yichuan, he had a little more youthful and unruly look. His bright black eyes moved back and forth, and when he saw Su Xi next to his eldest brother, he took the initiative to call out, "Sister Xixi."

Su Xi nodded her chin lightly, and said softly: "Yilang."

Mrs. He pulled Su Xi to sit on the sofa. Although they were not familiar with each other, as the wife of a noble family, she was a respectable person and naturally would not ignore others. She poured a cup of tea for Su Xi in an elegant manner and took the initiative to greet him: "You haven't eaten yet?"

Su Xi took it with both hands, picked up the teacup with his fingers and took a sip, then put it on the table and replied, "Not yet."

"That's perfect. Let's try Aunt Wu's cooking. Today I asked her to make Xiaochuan's favorite stuffed meatballs. He has been eating them since he was a child."

"Okay, let's try it."

Su Xi responded gently, glancing at He Xiaoan who was sitting alone on the other side of the sofa, "Long time no see, Xiaoan looks beautiful again."

"Thank you Sister Xixi, Sister Xixi is also very beautiful." He Xiaoan has long, slightly curly hair, a delicate and small face, flawless fair skin, a pair of bright almond eyes with watery light, and the red corners of the eyes make her look particularly charming.

The women were sitting on the sofa and chatting, while the men of the He family were sitting on the sandalwood chairs next to the coffee table and chatting.