Dong Huiying showed a puzzled expression.

Sometimes in front of this family’s brothers, she often felt anxious about her intelligence, clearly feeling that she wasn’t really that dumb.

But perhaps these geniuses are just too smart?

Zhi Chen laughed, his laughter charming and captivating.

He patted her head.

"Our family, you know about our old house, it was particularly small. When I was a child, I had a wish to build a big house in the future, so that each of the six brothers would have their own room, not all crammed into a single small room, sleeping on one big heated brick bed."

Zhi Chen looked ahead, casually mentioning that wish from back then.

"However, in the end it was Little Wu who built the house, and as for me, perhaps subconsciously, I prefer it this way. Whenever I arrive in a strange place, I inevitably want to make a home for myself."

Dong Huiying was momentarily speechless, "I hadn’t realized before..." So, you are actually such an insecure person?

The meaning and symbol of a house in people’s hearts are usually related to a sense of security.

Zhi Chen furrowed his brows perplexedly.

"Maybe it’s not even security, but... for me, it’s more like a sense of belonging. That home on Taihang Mountain always felt as if it didn’t belong to us brothers."

But it belonged to their mother, Liang Yuru, and recalling that woman, there were never any good memories, almost all were tied to harm.

"Everyone needs to have roots in life. Before I met you, all I could do was hold onto my younger brothers tightly, make sure they were always where I could see them, and if I had to travel far, I needed to be aware of their situation, like knowing if they were doing well, and making many arrangements in advance."

"But after meeting you."

He chuckled softly.

"It felt as if life suddenly became solid, not as adrift as before, not as empty. Even in moments of confusion, just thinking about you being at home makes my heart settle, giving me motivation again."

"Hui, you are my home, and that has never changed."

Dong Huiying suddenly widened her eyes.

This...

Cheesy love talk?

Zhi Chen’s sweet words were getting more and more proficient, leaving her stammering, speechless, with her ears inexplicably hot, even her cheeks burning.

Perhaps it was out of embarrassment, or awkwardness, or maybe she was stimulated by these cheesy words from the man, feeling uncomfortable.

But regardless, she quickened her pace, hurrying forward.

Zhi Chen was momentarily surprised, "Slow down."

Amused, he caught up with her. The rain was incessant; he held up an umbrella over her to prevent her from accidentally getting wet.

...

Zhi Chen has always been efficient in getting things done. They’ve only been in Dongcui City for two hours, yet they had already moved out of the temporary inn where they stopped to rest.

The house they bought wasn’t very big; it wasn’t a grand mansion with three or five courtyards like those of wealthy families, but it wasn’t small either; it was a courtyard house facing south.

There were ten rooms in total, perfectly matching the auspicious phrase ’perfection,’ arranged in a way that made the space look cozy and inviting rather than empty.

By evening, the rain finally stopped, but the clouds over the city lingered persistently.

Everyone was busy tidying the courtyard, and the guards traveling with them did not crowd into the same courtyard as Dong Huiying and the others...