Chapter Ninety-Eight

When Zhou Yu heard Nian Yu’s apology, he let go at once.

“I’ll be heading out later,” Zhou Yu said.

Then he wrapped an arm around Nian Yu and added, “When you speak to me from now on, be a little more proper, all right? Otherwise, I’ll spank you again.”

Nian Yu said aggrievedly, “You hit me again. I’m going to tell Mom.”

Zhou Yu smiled and said, “Keep acting spoiled, and I’ll hit you again.”

When he finished, he kissed Nian Yu on the cheek once more.

“Let’s go out after dinner. No need to rush,” he said.

At that moment, Xiao Jie also came downstairs.

Seeing Xiao Jie, Nian Yu hurriedly said, “Xiao Jie, this dead thing Zhou Yu is bullying me. Waaaah.”

With that, she broke free from Zhou Yu’s arms and ran over to Xiao Jie.

Xiao Jie looked at Nian Yu, who came running toward her, and smiled. “What did you do this time to make Zhou Yu upset?”

Nian Yu said with grievance, “He said the way I talk is improper.”

“And then?” Xiao Jie asked.

Nian Yu said, “He even smacked my butt.”

Xiao Jie said, “What exactly did you say that made him hit you like that?”

Nian Yu replied miserably, “I don’t even know.”

Xiao Jie turned to Zhou Yu and asked, “What did Nian Yu say that made you spank her?”

Zhou Yu smiled helplessly. “Spank her? Ask her whether it hurt. Besides, when she talks to her husband, she actually says ‘hey, hey, hey’—not a shred of manners.”

Xiao Jie was at a loss. She looked at Nian Yu and said, “And you still want to be the mistress of the household?”

Nian Yu tilted her neck stubbornly. “Why can’t I be?”

Seeing Nian Yu like that, Xiao Jie said, “When you two first got together, you were calling him ‘husband’ all the time, and you used to call him that before too. Now you’re actually saying ‘hey, hey, hey’—how could Zhou Yu be happy about that?”

“Besides, if you want to be the eldest sister, and you can’t even call your husband ‘husband’ when you see him, how could anyone else call him that?”

Nian Yu said aggrievedly, “But before, I was the only one who called him ‘husband.’ Now all of you want to call him ‘husband,’ and I feel a little off about it.”

Xiao Jie said, “Then you can stop calling him that. By then, if he hits you again, no one will be there to help you.”

Nian Yu muttered under her breath, “Hmph. You’re all bullying me. I’m not talking to you anymore.”

After her huff, Nian Yu ran off to the kitchen to cook.

Pan Yuxin saw that Nian Yu had already gone to the kitchen and quickly followed after her.

Xiao Jie understood perfectly. From the moment she heard Nian Yu’s words, she knew exactly what Zhou Yu was thinking.

Xiao Jie walked over and sat beside Zhou Yu. “Why are you doing this?”

Zhou Yu lit a cigarette, took a drag, and said, “She’s still too immature. If one day I’m gone, what will she do?”

Xiao Jie frowned. “Are you planning to do something?”

Zhou Yu shook his head and let out a sigh. “Forget it. I was too impatient.”

Xiao Jie said, “If you don’t want to say it now, or if it’s hard to put into words, that’s fine. When you feel like talking, you can tell me. I’ll wait.”

Zhou Yu reached out and ruffled her hair. “You like this really makes me feel sorry for you.”

“This afternoon, help me tell Nian Yu I’m sorry. Tell her it was my fault for not considering her feelings.”

After saying that, Zhou Yu patted Xiao Jie’s hand and said, “Go help with dinner too.”

Xiao Jie nodded, got up, and went to the kitchen as well, helping Nian Yu and Pan Yuxin prepare the meal.

Looking at the three figures bustling about in the kitchen, Zhou Yu thought: if he were to leave, could the three of them hold everyone in check?