Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Xie Limo let out a carefree laugh. As he smelled the unique fragrance that belonged only to his wife, he captured her scent as he returned her kiss. After a long while, when Yun Bixue needed to catch her breath, Xie Limo finally let go. With one hand hugging her waist, the other hand gently caressed her smooth long hair. "I feel very pleased with your gratitude towards me."

Yun Bixue pouted. Because of him, she always ended up disoriented, her mind blank. "An Yexuan must know Miao Zifu's true colors."

Xie Limo's exquisite eyes started to smolder. "My dear, are you still concerned about that man from before?"

Yun Bixue shook her head. She'd never intended to withhold her past from Xie Limo, but she just didn't know how to broach the topic. She did have mixed feelings regarding her past. "University was just a fraction of my youth. No matter how important it was, it can't be compared to how important my husband is to me now."

Looking at the glimmer in his dainty wife's eyes, Xie Limo lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips. "I suppose my dear has some conscience."

After dinner, Xie Limo sat on the couch and read the day's newspapers, while Yun Bixue watched television programmes. When relaxing after a meal, she would enjoy a time-period drama that revolved around the politics of a palace.

Xie Limo failed to understand the minds of women and why they were entertained by such imaginary drama plots.

Yun Bixue bit on her apple and it made a crunching sound, as though she had been chomping on something else.

Xie Limo lifted his head and glanced at the television programme. Uninterested, he said, "Look how mad that drama is making you. Why not switch channels?"

"I may be angry, but this can also train my EQ. I now understand that such artful tactics actually comes from daily life. Quick, take a look. This supporting character is just like Miao Zifu, the tricks she uses are the lowest of the low…"

After lamenting, she suddenly removed Xie Limo's newspapers. "Look at this too. Don't ever let a mistress deceive you like that." Pointing at the malevolent mistress on the TV, Yun Bixue urged Xie Limo to watch as well.

Xie Limo was amused by his wife. His wife who appeared cool and quick-witted to others was simply childlike in front of him.

Sitting elegantly beside Yun Bixue, Xie Limo wrapped his arm around her shoulders and chuckled, "My dear, do you really think that your husband has poor judgment?" To him, those were merely tricks that he could see through right away.

Yun Bixue turned back and looked at Xie Limo's wide smile. She pondered and then gave in, her body leaning against him. "If the world had more people like you, there wouldn't be so many old and resentful women!"

Xie Limo's raised his brows and teased, "Therefore, my dear wife should cherish her husband."

Yun Bixue nodded earnestly. "That's a given! Women of the newer generation must be presentable and a good cook, drive a good car and be able to afford a new house, win a fight against a mistress and can also fend off hooligans. Don't worry—I can do all of that." She had promised herself back then that she would be a good wife.

The corners of Xie Limo's lips gently lifted as he let out a hearty laugh. Should he rejoice that he found her? Although, that would also imply that An Yexuan and Su Lenghan must have been blind not to have seen the goodness in his wife.

In the police station where Miao Zifu was being detained, she had constantly been making a racket, and the entire station was irked. How could someone of royalty like the An family, especially Young Master An, allow a woman like this to stay by his side? The rumors had spread since then, and they were detrimental to Young Master An's reputation. Tian Jing City had pressured the family to contain the issue, and Old Master An had called for Young Master An to return to their home.

"Duan Qiushu, you are truly despicable. How could you do this to me?!" Miao Zifu glared at Duan Qiushu sitting opposite to her, strongly desiring to tear him apart.