The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

Ji Zitong slowly looked up. Su Chen’s tall and lean figure greeted her sight. His steadfast and handsome face still vaguely carried some stiffness from work while his coat was simply draped over his shoulders, and he was still carrying his black, heavy briefcase. His eyes briefly glanced at her as he walked past her.

“Let’s go!” Su Chen ordered before his tall figure marched away.

Ji Zitong quickly got up and followed him with the paper bag in her hand. “These are your clothes. I’ve cleaned them!”

Obviously, she wanted to leave after handing the bag over, but Su Chen walked away very quickly, so Ji Zitong had to run after him in small steps all the way until the parking lot in front of the Traffic Management Bureau. When she saw Su Chen open the car door to a Land Rover and toss his briefcase in, she wanted to chase after him and pass the bag to him. However, the phone in his pocket unexpectedly buzzed.

He swiftly took out his phone to answer.

As expected, it was the elder calling.

He took quite a few breaths and tried hard to calm himself before he answered the phone. “Hello? Grandfather?”

“You punk! Do you realize your grandfather’s still alive? Where are you right now? What’s the time now? What is it? Tell me!”

Su Chen had just spoken when the elder’s furious roar came from the other end accompanied by the sound of a table being slammed. Almost immediately, the elder’s fierce demeanor flashed in Su Chen’s mind.

Su Chen suppressed his impatience and tried his best to answer calmly, “There’s been a lot of work at the bureau. I just returned from a break and my hands are full. I just got off work.”

When he heard this, the elder’s tone took on a cooler note. “Hmph, work is important, but you can’t forget appointments you’ve made. Since you can’t make it in time, you should at least give them a call, shouldn’t you? Look at the time now! It’s 8 p.m.! Almost 8 p.m.! Miss Mary is still at the restaurant. She’s been waiting for almost an hour now! How many times have I told you that Miss Mary is Bureau Chief Hu’s daughter? Her grandfather was even my superior years ago, and I still owe him a favor or two. You doing this is just embarrassing me.

“Miss Mary asked about you herself. She’s pretty sweet and has always fancied you. When you returned, she’s been trying to go after you and call you Bro Su Chen. I’m happy with her. Go see her right now. If you’re okay, then marry her. Get married before the year ends so that I’ll get great-grandchildren next year. I don’t care about whatever happens after that! Got it? This is a military order! An order! Watch how I settle you if you don’t do this. Ah Chen’s about to be a father. Why are you so immature?”

Elder Su was hasty about seeing some improvements as he scolded Su Chen again. He was more worried than him. Right now, he was pacing around the house and anxiously nagging, “33! Do you think you’re still young? You should be done with messing around!”

Before Su Chen could say anything, the scolding and nagging comments came rattling out in a bunch. At that moment, he remembered meeting Mary Hu.

Mary Hu was 11 years younger than him and she was a little girl, the kind that blindly loved the military. They had met a few times. Previously, she had a huge crush on Mu Yuchen too, but he was cold and distant and ignored her. Then, she set her eyes on Su Chen. Sometimes, she would look for Zhou Zimo too. She was reaching for both ends of the string so much that they evaded her like she was a scorpion. The Elder fancied her, and she would rat on Su Chen from time to time, much to his irritation!

He finally heard that she had gone abroad for her studies, but it had not been a year. How was she back already?

He nagged a lot and then realized that Su Chen did not even answer, so the elder then grumbled, “Do you hear what I’m saying to you? Why aren’t you responding?”

“I’m going over right now,” Su Chen impatiently huffed and then hung up!

Mary Hu! It looked like he really had to make her give up. Without Mu Yuchen and Zhou Zimo around, if that woman clung to him, he would die!

Su Chen needed a mature and charming woman as a wife. Why would he marry a naive little girl? And one that was so clingy too?

They had such a huge age gap. In fact, there were probably several generation gaps between them. He would not be able to handle her.

He swiftly put his phone away and was about to get into the car when Ji Zitong finally reached him from behind. “Hey, I’m returning your shirt to you!”

She casually handed the paper bag to him, inciting him to raise his brows. He then remembered the incident from a few days ago. As he glanced at the icy cold Ji Zitong, his gaze only stopped for a second on the paper bag. Then, he looked at her elegant face. Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes and a smile spread across his lips.

“You’re quite punctual. I’ll forgive you for your high awareness, but you’ll have to follow me to a place. Consider it compensation for my spiritual loss!”

Then, before Ji Zitong could agree, he swiftly pulled the car door open and stuffed her into his front passenger seat.

Ji Zitong was caught off-guard. Narrowing her cold eyes, she swiftly hooked Su Chen by the arm. “Move away. I don’t have time!”

“It won’t take much of your time. I’m sure you won’t bite the hand that feeds you, right, Officer Ji Zitong?” Su Chen’s gaze was pressuring her. It was so sharp that she was stunned.

Su Chen looked gleefully at the silent girl before he closed the car door and then returned to the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry. I won’t sell you off. Put on your seatbelt!”

Meeting his sharp gaze, Ji Zitong hesitated for a moment before finally pulling the seatbelt and buckling it up while he started the car.

The car sped past and made its way around the plaza at the Traffic Management Bureau, driving toward the busy roads. It was rush hour right now, so the traffic jam was quite bad.

It was very quiet in the car as the two of them did not say much. Su Chen focused on driving while Ji Zitong remained cold as she examined him. She was filled with doubt and was on edge. He felt scrutinized so oddly, and suddenly the air in the car felt weird, so at the first traffic light, Su Chen started to play some music.

The music was all rather graceful foreign music which held a certain charm to it. Ji Zitong did not understand anything, but she just felt like the tune was rather enjoyable.

“This is a Mongolian song. The year we retired with your Instructor Mu, we went to Mongolia and it wasn’t easy to get this CD.”