Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 828: My Wife Is Always Right

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What happened? Confused, holding a pillow, he walked to the bedside, reached out to lift a corner of the quilt, and Ye Xinluo directly turned over, leaving him with her back.

Feeling more puzzled, he simply tossed the pillow aside, and regardless of whether she was willing or not, he turned her over with a sweep of his hand, "What’s wrong?"

Ye Xinluo glared at him angrily, as if she were opposing him, and spoke with irritation, "Nothing happened, I just want to hit you."

Beichen Rui: "....." You’re kidding, right!

Originally, he had been reading documents all night in the study, feeling dizzy and swollen, intending to take a shower upon returning to the room, only to find her sulking with him, so he simply sat on the bed, pinched her chin, and his warm breath sprayed on her face, ticklish and quite uncomfortable.

In his ear, Beichen Rui’s magnetic and calm voice, "What happened? Let’s talk about it?"

Grumpily, she reached out to slap away his big hand and turned to continue sleeping, only to find herself immobilized before she could move.

A posture showing that she wouldn’t be able to escape unless she spoke up.

"Who upset you?"

"You," Ye Xinluo replied in a huff.

"Oh..." After saying that, he loosened his grip on her, got up, and walked out of the room, returning with a feather duster he had found who knows where.

Ye Xinluo twitched at the corner of her eye. What is he thinking? Could it be that since he’s the one who upset her, he’s going to hit her?

She sat up straight from the bed with a "whoosh," looking at him defensively walking closer... Does this count as domestic violence?

Beichen Rui walked to the bedside and handed the feather duster to her.

Letting herself hit him? Utterly confused, she looked up at him, "What are you doing?"

The man gave her a slight smile, opened his thin lips, and leisurely uttered, "Didn’t you say I made you angry and you wanted to hit me? I was afraid your hand would hurt, so I prepared a tool for you."

Ye Xinluo: "..." Where am I, what’s happening? Isn’t this for hitting me but for me to hit him?

His gesture left her speechless, as if holding something undesirable, and she tossed the feather duster to the floor. She was just joking, who knew he would take it seriously!

"I was joking with you. You took it seriously?"

"Mm....." He nodded earnestly.

Okay, I’m at a loss for words!

"You believe everything I say. If I killed someone one day, would you still think I was right?"

Sitting by the bed, he reached out to embrace her, his chin resting on her head, speaking gently, "Whatever my wife says is right."

His words inexplicably warmed her heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled sweetly, "The way you are, people might think you’re a henpecked husband."

Beichen Rui heard this, seemingly unfazed, gave a light "humph," tightened his embrace, and after a full half-minute replied, "Henpecked husband it is, I don’t mind."

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The next morning, Ye Xinluo had just finished washing up and was about to go to the dining room for breakfast when the phone on the bedside table vibrated. She walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone, and glanced at it. It was a WeChat message from Shanshan.

Unlocking the screen, she opened WeChat to take a look.

"Xinluo, I won’t be able to return for a while."

Ye Xinluo furrowed her brow, wasn’t she supposed to come back these days? Why does it seem it’ll be a while longer?