Lu Zhi Hao's thumb stroked her cheek softly. "Ignore them," he murmured, leaning down to press another gentle kiss to her lips. "Let them see how a man should treat his wife."
Despite herself feeling down, Ruyi let out a soft laugh, leaning into him again as her eyes fluttered closed. She felt relaxed and no longer stressed.
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The door closed softly behind them, leaving the quiet intimacy of their parents' room.
Lu Ting Cheng shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked down the wide hallway, his steps casual and almost lazy. "Well," he spoke up after a moment, his tone teasing but low enough not to carry far, "I guess Dad's still got game, huh?"
Zi Zhen didn't respond immediately. His gaze was fixed ahead, his expression calm but unreadable as always. Finally, he spoke in his flat, clipped tone, "Don't joke about them like that."
