"Yes, yes, yes." The butler reacted hastily, nodding, "I understand, ma’am, please come this way."
Di Xiaxia’s face was slightly flushed, and without saying much, she nodded, her hand clasping tightly onto his.
Truth be told, it’s impossible not to be moved.
When a man is willing to declare to the world that you are his wife, it is indeed the ultimate affirmation.
Especially when it’s a man like Di Mingzhe.
Hand in hand, they took their seats for the meal, surrounded by the butler and the maids.
Both of them sat quietly, face to face. The western breakfast was laid out on the table: a fried egg, sausages, pasta, and a glass of milk.
"Try the breakfast I made." Di Mingzhe picked up the cutlery and said to her.
Di Xiaxia was taken aback, "You made this?"
Di Mingzhe nodded in affirmation.
Di Xiaxia gazed at him calmly, her eyes glossed with a hint of moisture. His handsome features were flawless, but that’s not the key issue.
The point was, his twenty years of love were manifesting so explicitly in these little things in life.
Being with him, she felt that she might not need to use her brain, or even lift a finger.
This feeling of being cherished so much, was unbearably sweet.
He made this breakfast?
Did that mean he got up early, prepared everything, before going back to the room to dress?
She was beyond moved. Luckily, it was this man she fell for, or she might have missed a lifetime of happiness.
"What’s wrong?" Di Mingzhe put down his cutlery and asked, seeing her in a daze.
He was always so calm, always so indifferent, as if all of these were just matters of course for him.



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