After Yu Zexiao finished speaking and came upstairs, Jian Anning was sitting properly in front of the dressing table at home, brushing her hair.

Her hair was long and straight. Even though she used to live in Canada, she didn’t dye it blonde or perm it curly like the girls over there, but kept it very natural and healthy. Perhaps it was because her family had been harmonious in recent years, her career was going well, and their relationship was strong, that even though she was over thirty, she still looked like a girl in her twenties.

Yu Zexiao saw her holding the brush, combing her hair stroke by stroke, and felt relieved. Grandma had been harboring resentment these past few years—not just grandma, actually grandpa and dad did too. Even Shen Lanxiao, although she didn’t say it out loud, really hoped he would have a child soon.

Even though he suggested doing IVF, the parents weren’t too keen—usually, if the child is healthy, who would want them to do IVF? The reputation isn’t great.

However, seeing Jian Anning grooming herself, Yu Zexiao walked over, took the comb from her hand, and started helping her comb her long hair up and down.

Looking in the mirror together, she could actually see it now. Although Yu Zexiao was one or two years older than her, at this moment, he didn’t show a single sign of aging. Moreover, with the passage of time, his originally handsome air was now imbued with a unique mature masculinity.

If she hadn’t taken action ruthlessly back then, Yu Zexiao probably wouldn’t have just her by his side now. There are so many people outside envious of her, having such a handsome boyfriend, and a wealthy family, and he treats her so well.

It was her own fault, squandering her blessings. If she hadn’t always been this way, he should have been married with children long ago, leading a happier life.

Just like Xia Ziyu said, he should have better choices, he could clearly have children of his own, there was no need to always compromise for her.

And Yu Zexiao kept looking at her through the mirror, at the two of them, and smiled at the reflection: "What are you looking at?"

"You’re so handsome." This was sincere, "From the time I met you until now, you’ve become more and more handsome."

Many young guys, when they first debut, are shiny and fresh, but as soon as they hit thirty, they look old and weary, even more frightening than actresses. But Yu Zexiao was lucky, still looking handsome and dashing. Even though he is now gradually exploring acting, every year or two he would unerringly release an album.

In his words, this is called "giving back to the fans."

In any case, with his and her concerted efforts, his number of fans indeed increased year by year. A few years ago, he only dared to call himself the "Little Heavenly King," but now, he seems to have transcended this entertainment circle.

"Why is your little mouth so sweet? Did you eat too many sweets today?"

She bought durian pastries and blueberry cheesecake and went to the Leng Family. Leng Xiaobao and Mu Shang’en were too polite to eat them all alone and carved out a portion for her: "Auntie Mu, eat!"

Of course, Yu Zexiao gladly accepted the durian pastries, while she tried a small piece of the blueberry cheesecake, tart and sweet, both soft and refreshing.

In short, it wasn’t bad at all.

"Of course not, Zexiao, I love you." As she said this, Yu Zexiao just finished tidying up, turned around, and reached out his fair arm to embrace her waist: "The greatest luck of my life was meeting you."