Wife is Fierce, Don't Mess With Her!

Qi Yuefeng rapped the back of Gu Qingjiu’s hand with her chopsticks gently. “Why are you saying this to your dad? Look at your rushed and careless actions. You have to abide by military rules in the military zone, don’t you? Look at you. Can your mother-in… Niancheng’s mother stand this?”

There wasn’t a hint of elegance and demureness in the way Gu Qingjiu was filling her bowl with rice.

Qi Yuefeng severely suspected the judgment of these royal members.

‘Of course. She likes me a lot.”

Gu Qingjiu replied without blushing as she shoveled rice into her mouth.

Indeed, Hilda was very fond of her.

Every time they met, she would instruct the servants to prepare a load of her favorite Chinese dishes, and she also liked going shopping with her.

Only the fact that she would occasionally ask when she and Helian Niancheng would have kids made Gu Qingjiu feel a tad anxious.

Perhaps Hilda couldn’t sit by and watch because her son was not getting any younger.

It wasn’t that a royal member was necessarily open-minded or overly conservative.

Hilda didn’t press her a lot.

But with only one son, they counted on Helian Niancheng to quickly give them a grandchild to carry on the family line.

This was Helian Niancheng’s responsibility.

“Aiyoh, look at you.”

Qi Yuefeng looked troubled, unable to fathom what exactly attracted Helian Niancheng to Gu Qingjiu.

When Gu Qingjiu was prepared to fill up a second bowl of rice, Qi Yuefeng couldn’t help but say, “You should eat less…”

Gu Qingjiu was speechless.

Why was she so angry that she refused to let her eat?

This was how much Gu Qingjiu ate when she was training.

Especially since she just came back from the international competition, she had been eating compressed food for three days, which nearly drove her silly.

Moreover, her mom’s cooking was perfect to her liking.

With the immense pressure upon her, Gu Qingjiu ate two big bowls of rice.

Perhaps every father would feel gloomy seeing his daughter get married. But seeing Gu Qingjiu’s manner, Gu Hong added, “Careful he might dump you after you grow fat.”

Gu Qingjiu was speechless.

How could a father curse her daughter like that?

In the few days that followed, due to Gu Qingjiu’s boldness in hiding her marriage from her family and that she didn’t come clean with her boyfriend’s family background, Gu Qingjiu was responsible for all the chores at home.

Every day she would wash the bowls and clothes and also mop the floor…

She felt like she had been transported to a slave society overnight.

Gu Qingjiu was too deep for tears.

After eating, Qi Yuefeng took Gu Xiaoxi out to buy some drawing pencils that she needed, while Gu Qingjiu stayed at home and washed the dishes. Shortly after, she heard the doorbell ring.

She went to open the door and saw Helian Niancheng standing outside.

She instantly leaped towards him with a broad beam. “Hubby!”

Helian Niancheng’s lips arched. Seeing an apron around Gu Qingjiu, he raised his brows in surprise. “What’s going on?”

Gu Qingjiu complained aggrievedly, “This is the consequence of hiding the matter from them. Now, I’m being made to do all sorts of chores at home and have to exchange for food with my manual labor!”

“So poor thing!”

Helian Niancheng didn’t seem to realize that he was the cause of all this and lovingly caressed Gu Qingjiu’s smooth and petite face.

He, who never deigned to do any chores, actually followed Gu Qingjiu into the kitchen and took the initiative to offer his help. “Let me help you wash this.”

Gu Qingjiu’s eyes lit up. “Really? But do you know how to wash dishes?”

As she spoke, she stuffed water-resistant gloves onto Helian Niancheng’s hands.

Helian Niancheng said, “Isn’t it just washing dishes? Do you think I’m foolish?”

The man’s cool and aloof expression seemed incompatible with the water-resistant gloves on his hands. He declined Gu Qingjiu’s offer to help him put on an apron and had just picked up a bowl to wipe—

Pa!

The bowl smashed to pieces.

“…”

There was something called awkwardness emanating throughout the air.

Gu Qingjiu anxiously pinched Helian Niancheng’s waist. “You’re here to help me deepen the grudge!!”