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

Thinking about her husband, Yun Bixue’s heart was filled with happiness. It felt great cooking for him. She didn’t understand in the past, but now she knew that being busy and cooking for a loved one could be so blissful as well.

Giving was also a form of happiness.

Yun Bixue hummed a tune as she cooked. When she heard the doors opening, she hurriedly placed the plate down and wiped her hands before rushing out of the kitchen. When she saw Xie Limo, fondness filled her heart, and she went up to welcome him. “Welcome home.”

Xie Limo embraced Yun Bixue and kissed her on the forehead. He smiled gently and replied, “I’m home. You’re cooking? It smells great.”

Xie Limo was elated. Every time he went home, no matter how tired he was, he would be able to relax completely once he saw his wife’s warm smile. Although he had seen how his parents loved each other, he couldn’t understand it on an intimate level. Now that he had his wife, he finally understood the meaning of home.

Yun Bixue sniffed the air. Did it really smell good? No matter what, she always felt that her cooking was inferior to Xie Limo’s. Still, being praised by her husband made her happy. “Is that so? You’ll eat a lot then.” As she said this, she took Xie Limo’s coat from his hands and hung it on the coat rack.

With one hand in his pocket, Xie Limo stood still as he looked at Yun Bixue’s figure. Her soft hair was tied up in a ponytail to reveal her pretty neck, and she was clad in her pink casual clothes and slippers. There was this simple elegance to her beauty—something exquisite and intrinsically gorgeous.

This was the sight that truly warmed his heart.

Before Yun Bixue could turn around after hanging up his coat, she was embraced tightly from behind by Xie Limo.

She held the hands that were embracing her and lowered her head to look at them. This feeling of holding hands was incredible, and it was something she always looked forward to.

Yun Bixue closed her eyes and leaned back. She always felt the warmest and most protected in his embrace.

Xie Limo sniffed the fresh scent in Yun Bixue’s hair. “You just showered?”

“I haven’t showered yet. Does my hair smell good? My shampoo smells pretty good, isn’t it?”

Xie Limo shook his head as his lips kissed Yun Bixue’s neck softly. “It’s a fresh scent that only belongs to you. Did you miss me?” They were going to have their wedding soon, but his heart felt more and more narrow, as more and more things needed to be considered. He just wanted to trap her in his embrace so he would be more at peace.

Hearing Xie Limo’s question, Yun Bixue’s heart trembled as waves rippled through her heart. This was something he had never asked before.

Both of them were glued together at home, but during the day, when they couldn’t see each other due to work, she would still miss him. So this was love. When you loved someone, you wished to see the person every second of your life.

This made her think of her foolish past with Su Lenghan. Most of the time, he patronized her and didn’t meet her for several days. Whenever he did that, she would find excuses for him to comfort herself. Looking back and remembering how stupid she was, she heaved a long sigh.

All of a sudden, Xie Limo raised his head and looked at the direction of the kitchen. He smelled something strange just now. “Something’s burning.”

Yun Bixue gasped and raced towards the kitchen. “My porridge! I forgot…”

Xie Limo rushed after her. His expression shifted once he saw that Yun Bixue was going to touch the boiling pot. He grabbed her hand and swung it back, but it was too late. She had already opened the boiling pot, scalding her hand as hot steam gushed out.