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

“Also, get those people from the bank to drop by and organize a press conference.”

“Yes, sir.”

By the time Xie Limo returned to the European-style villa, it was already one in the morning. He quietly entered the bedroom and noticed that the lights were still switched on. Yun Bixue sat on the bed with a book in her hands. Her head was tilted, as if she had fallen asleep.

A hint of tenderness flashed across Xie Limo’s eyes. He shook his read resignedly and laughed. He walked forward softly and took the book from her hands. He then shifted her head into his arms, wanting to hold her and lay her down.

Despite his delicate movements, Yun Bixue had actually been in a shallow sleep. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Xie Limo’s exquisite smile. She heaved a sigh of relief and quietly muttered, “You’re back?”

“Yes, I’m back.” After establishing a home, he would still return no matter how late it was. Home was where she was.

Looking at how Yun Bixue was dazed like a kitten, Xie Limo’s heart felt tickled, as though a cat was pawing at it. His heart grew increasingly soft.

“Didn’t I tell you to sleep early? Why didn’t you listen?” It was also because he couldn’t let go of his wife that he hurriedly settled his matters and returned.

Yun Bixue leaned into Xie Limo’s embrace and inhaled deeply. The scent his body emitted still smelled great. “You weren’t back, and I couldn’t fall asleep.” In fact, her heart didn’t feel at ease. She was used to having him by her side. After spending a day without him, she felt that the house was too vast and empty.

“Next time, I’ll go home early.”

Yun Bixue abruptly had a surge of energy, and she asked, “Limo, I think you’re exceptionally agile. I also have a foundation in martial arts. Can you help me train to have skills like yours?” Not only did the strength of her hands have to be powerful, she also had to temper her body.

Xie Limo naturally understood why Yun Bixue harbored such thoughts. A look of tenderness flashed across his eyes as he said, “It’s enough that you have some martial arts skills. I’ve been training from a young age. You’re not at that level yet.” In reality, it wasn’t that she couldn’t do it, he just didn’t want her to suffer such pains.

Yun Bixue replied unhappily, “If you don’t help me, I’ll look for Mom to help me.”

“Mother will definitely say the same thing.”

Yun Bixue pushed Xie Limo away with a swift movement, escaping from his embrace. She then turned over and lay facing away from him. Dispirited, she said, “No one wants to help me. I’ll find someone else to train me. If all else fails, I’ll train with the Yun family’s men of sacrifice. I definitely have to grow stronger.”

Xie Limo rubbed his brows and chuckled helplessly. She was indeed a child; it was especially difficult to coddle a willful child. “Enough. If you really want to learn, I’ll find someone who will adjust to your physique and what you’ve already learned, and they can come up with a specialized training session. What do you think?”

A crafty glint flashed across Yun Bixue’s eyes as she smiled. Sitting up, she turned around and hugged Xie Limo. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she said, “You’re the best!”

“Who am I to you, that makes me the best?”

“Hubby! Lord! Master! Husband!” As she spoke, Yun Bixue broke into a fit of giggles.

Hearing her address him as ‘hubby’, Xie Limo’s heart quivered tremendously. It was as though something had tugged on the deepest string within his heart. He gazed at Yun Bixue with such gentle indulgence that a person could drown in his eyes.

After laughing, Yun Bixue lifted her head and looked at Xie Limo. Within an instant, she was mesmerized by the look in his eyes.

In the past, there were countless times when she felt deeply moved. She didn’t know what she did to entangle her fate with Xie Limo’s, and to be given the chance to receive his gentle treatment. She was truly fortunate.

Xie Limo hugged Yun Bixue tightly, burying her head within his neck. “My wife. Mine.”

Yun Bixue unhappily replied, “No way. I called you ‘hubby’, you have to call me ‘dear’.” This was a form of address that the common citizens adopted, but she felt that only the most common address would be the most heartfelt.