"I didn’t say you’re not allowed to ride anymore." Gu Nuan said in a low voice.

"But you’re unhappy." Dabai bit out each word. "If something makes you unhappy, I definitely won’t do it."

"I’m not unhappy, it’s just—" Gu Nuan sighed. "It’s just that when I see it, I can’t help it, my heart panics, I don’t know what to do."

"You think me sitting on a horse is very dangerous, right? So I made you worry. I can’t do these things, I get it." Dabai was now working hard to reflect on what Old Six had said. He used to be careless and reckless, not knowing how high the sky was, but Old Six was right: doing things that make your wife worry is something you can’t do anymore, otherwise you’re no kind of man.

Her husband’s temperament was still very simple—he was from the Gu Family, at the very least he took her feelings into account. Gu Nuan suddenly felt that she was the one who’d gone too far, and said, "It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should trust you."

Yes. As long as she trusted his ability, trusted that with his skills he definitely wouldn’t fall off a horse, then there wouldn’t be any problem at all. Besides, it wasn’t just about him riding. She had to consider that he was a man, that in the end he would always want to go out into the world, to take risks—that was his nature, his passion. If she shackled him, it would be the same as erasing who he was at his core, and that wasn’t what it meant to love someone.

To love him was to trust him.

She finally admitted that without even realizing it, she had already fallen in love with this man, loved him down to the bone. So she was terrified something would happen to him. Love had made her fragile.

Hearing what she said, Dabai could still feel her shoulders trembling nonstop under his palm. His eyes narrowed; he turned his head, and a light kiss fell on her forehead. "Alright then, I’ll take you riding later. One way or another, this is definitely partly my fault. If I can help you understand that this really isn’t as dangerous as you imagine, or that the risk is something I can control, then you wouldn’t have to be so scared and on edge, would you?"

She hadn’t expected him to say something like that. Gu Nuan looked up and met his eyes.

His eyes were beautifully shaped, long and fine, a mysterious black full of irresistible allure. Beyond that, now, what she could see in them was a kind of steady, weighty masculinity.

At some point, a rough stubble had started growing along his jaw like a hard-edged tough guy’s. In truth, he was as handsome as ever, but at the same time, after becoming a father he really had reined himself in a lot, become more mature.

When he smiled at her, there was a settled meaning behind it—tolerance, rather than endless spoiling.

Gu Nuan blinked, as if she were looking at this man for the first time.

Noticing her gaze, Dabai gave a small smile, his laughter low and mellow. "No matter what, I’m the man of this family. I told you that a long time ago." With that, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up, and his voice brushed her ear as he said, "There are some things that have to be decided by me, do you understand?"

Feeling his two strong, powerful arms around her, Gu Nuan’s heart gave a little tremor. She answered softly, "Mm."

Right now, she only wanted to be a little woman, the little woman in his arms.

She was tired. He could clearly feel it. He didn’t know when that change had happened, but it made him think of that expression her younger brother Ou Yanan had tried so hard to hide.

Dabai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

When Dad and Mom stepped out of the RV, they found the two sons actually sitting side by side reading.

With Er Monkey’s personality, he basically had nothing to do with books; for him to be willing to sit quietly next to his big brother reading was astonishing.

Zang Xiaolian sighed to the couple, "The little brother really sticks to his big brother. That cup of milk in his hands was mixed by his brother too."