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“You, Vice President Shen, have so many secretaries and lovers. You could easily bring any one of them with you, and there is no need to take me. I’ll only embarrass you.”

Mo Shuifu also had a temper. For more than two years, she and Shen Shihan had truly been sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams.

Shen Shihan gripped her hand even tighter and directly took her back to the mall, regardless of whether she agreed or not.

Initially, he was holding her wrist, but gradually, his large hand slid down and tightly held her icy hand.

“No one can compare to you,” Shen Shihan said indifferently.

His voice was very soft, almost inaudible. Mo Shuifu thought she heard it, yet she also felt like she hadn’t, merely struggling to believe it.

She turned her head slightly and, under the sunlight, she could properly see Shen Shihan’s face, stern and profound, yet a little more relaxed.

Shen Shihan and Shen Chi indeed resembled each other, but Shen Chi was Shen Chi and Shen Shihan was Shen Shihan; she was very clear about that.

Shen Shihan very domineeringly pulled Mo Shuifu into the mall and back to the shoe store they had just left.

He picked up the pair of red high heels that had been placed back in their spot, “Do you like these ones you tried earlier?”

Mo Shuifu didn’t speak, turning her head away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

“Shuifu, try them on again, let me see,” Shen Shihan coaxed as he placed the shoes on the ground.

“Shen Shihan, aren’t you going to apologize to me?” Mo Shuifu’s tone softened a bit.

Shen Shihan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, “I’m sorry, Shuifu. I was impulsive just now. Forgive me. I truly… care about you too much.”

He truly cared about her, to the point where he lost all reason.

He held her in his embrace, using his chin to rest against her forehead.

Gently caressing her shoulders, he wished he could keep holding her forever.

Mo Shuifu knew that Shen Shihan was a man of his word. It was already rare for him to apologize.

She just had no clue how many more times they would argue over Shen Chi in the future…

She lowered her head and spoke faintly, “Let’s try on the shoes.”

Only then did Shen Shihan let go of her, bending down to replace the old shoes on her feet with the new red high heels.

After putting on the new shoes, Mo Shuifu stood in front of the mirror.

The red high-heeled shoes with tie straps were very pretty, and they complemented her cheongsam nicely, accentuating Mo Shuifu’s tall and slender figure.

Shen Shihan stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her, his lips curling into a faint smile.

“Very beautiful, Shuifu. Every pair of shoes you try looks beautiful on you,” his smile widened at the corners of his lips.

“If you think they’re good, then they’re good,” Mo Shuifu said indifferently.

Her nature was serene. Apart from managing her piano store, she would either play the piano or read books during her free time.

She didn’t like crowded places, and Shen Shihan knew that.

Therefore, she turned down many gatherings and balls; but this time, Shen Shihan insisted it was important and demanded she accompany him.

After all, they had been married for two years, and many of his friends had yet to meet her.

Two years ago, they didn’t hold a wedding ceremony; they just got married after getting their marriage certificate.

He had always wanted to make up for that with a wedding ceremony, always wanted to tell his friends that she, Mo Shuifu, was his wife.

Taking advantage of tonight’s ball, he also wanted to confess his feelings to her.

Mo Shuifu looked at herself in the mirror, then sat down on the sofa to take off the shoes.

“I’ll take these,” she said, looking up at the saleslady.

“Certainly, Miss.”

Shen Shihan had given her many bank cards, and she immediately followed the saleslady to the checkout.

“I’ll carry them,” Shen Shihan insisted, taking the shoes from her.

Mo Shuifu paused for a moment, surprised by Shen Shihan’s actions today.

Although they were married, he was always busy and rarely accompanied her shopping; of course, she didn’t go out shopping much either.

At home, he always came back at night, but he would return very late. She went to bed early and seldom had the chance to talk to him.

Most of the time, they had little to talk about.

Two years had passed just like that.

“Let’s go pick out a cocktail dress. What color do you like?” Shen Shihan asked.

“Any is fine.”

“Then let’s try on a few, and once you pick one, can you help me pick out one too? Can you, Shuifu?” he coaxed her.

“Okay,” Mo Shuifu responded emotionlessly, her eyes dull.

Shen Shihan rarely coaxed her. This man seemed neither to cajole nor to speak much in the way of sweet nothings.

But still, women like to be indulged.

No one wants to pretend to be strong all the time; no one has a heart of iron.

Shen Shihan took Mo Shuifu to pick out a dress and jewelry. He had never treated a woman this way before.

She was his destiny, a fate that not even reincarnation over three lifetimes could expunge.

While they were picking out clothes in the mall, they didn’t see Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu again.

Mo Shuifu missed Xu Chaomu terribly; it had been five whole years since they last saw each other, and she longed to sit down and have a proper talk with her.

By the time they finished picking out clothes, it was already 5 p.m. Shen Shihan drove Mo Shuifu back home.

“Shuifu, go take a bath later, change into your dress, and I will take you to the ball,” Shen Shihan said.

“Is this ball very important?”

“A social ball organized by a friend. I want to introduce you to them.”

“You know I don’t like crowds. Besides, I’m afraid I might not fit into your circle.”

“Do it for my sake, Mrs. Shen.”

Shen Shihan had just parked the car at the villa’s entrance, and his hand fell gently on Mo Shuifu’s head.

The title “Mrs. Shen” softened her heart…

She nodded, negotiating, “Then you need to stay with me. I’m not good at drinking or dancing.”

“I won’t put you in an uncomfortable position. As for drinking, Mr. Shen will be there to cover for you, and for dancing, just dance with me. I won’t mind,” he said.

“Just don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Mo Shuifu curved her lips into a smile, the first time she had ever heard Shen Shihan speak such pleasing words.

“What I say I can do.”

She smiled, and he smiled back. His gaze lingered on her face, unable to look away.

She rarely smiled, but whenever she did, the softest part of his heart would be touched; he wished she could smile happily every day.

Shen Shihan escorted her to the upstairs bathroom to take a bath, and then he waited for her in the bedroom.

Half-leaning on the bed, he casually flipped through a book.

She always kept a variety of books by the bed, of all genres, and he could imagine her leaning against the bed and reading every night.

The warm orange light fell upon her, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, a face as beautiful as blooming peach blossoms.

About half an hour later, Mo Shuifu came out of the bathroom, her hair half-dried after blow-drying, now wearing her pajamas as she walked into the bedroom.

She had expected Shen Shihan to be downstairs, but instead, she found him sitting on their marriage bed, reading.