ittle. Looking at him, his thin lips curled up slightly. This man was exhausted and yet still had the mood to tease her. It was really something.She simply sat down beside him on the bed, naturally re..."During the time right after she gave birth, Tang Yu would help me apply ointment every day..."

Jo Bao'er spoke naturally, staring at her now flat and firm abdomen. There were no stretch marks from pregnancy nor the scars left by a cesarean section. It was as if she had never been pregnant at all.

It seems like the year she married into the Jun family was just a dream, not even a trace left behind.

"I don't know what kind of ointment Tang Yu applied to me, but it works really well." She looked at the twin sleeping soundly in the small bed and muttered softly.

Jun Zhi Mu stood behind her, watching her profile. She felt like she was living in a dream because the reason they got married in the first place had been so absurd.

She had a C-section, went through confinement, and suffered from postpartum depression, but he wasn't by her side.

He always played the role of a villain who forced her, while Tang Yu was her guardian.

Jun Zhimu pursed his thin lips, his face complex. Qiao Baier kept staring at the twins in the crib. In the quiet nursery, the two remained silent, unsure how to communicate.

When Fang Da Ma entered the nursery, she saw the two of them in silence. She sighed inwardly, the young master's private affairs, they dared not say a word.

Standing outside the door, he politely knocked on the door panel. "Young Master Zhimu, Mistress."

Jo Bao'er turned her head first to look.

Fang Da Ma held a phone in her hand and reported truthfully, "Young mistress, your father called for you..."

Qiao Bao'er's phone broke when she fell on the snowy mountain, and her father Qiao Wenyu probably knew she had returned to China. Since he couldn't get through to her by phone, he called the Jun family directly.

Qiao Bao'er knew her dad's bad temper and didn't dare to delay. She took the phone from Fang Da Ma, and called out timidly, "Dad."

"What are you doing at Jun's house!" Qiao Wenyu was indeed furious.

"I just returned home..."

She's telling the truth, she just got back from Switzerland less than an hour ago.

Joe Wenyu ignored her explanation and angrily rebuked, "I told you before... I told you not to wander around, now get back to the Qiao family immediately!"

Then, her dad angrily hung up the phone.

Jo Bao'er could still hear her father's angry roar in her ears. It seemed very clear that her father disagreed with her returning to Jun's family; he thought going back was just wandering around.

Even Lian Fang's mother could clearly hear the scolding from the phone. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at Qiao Baier, then looked at Jun Zhimu who had been expressionless and silent all this time.

"Master ZhiMu, dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now" Auntie Fang inquired hesitantly.

This is the Jun family's territory. If Jun Zhimu refuses to let her go, Qiao Baoer can't leave.

"Serve the dishes," he ordered calmly.

It's time for dinner now.

"I'm going back now."

Jo Baoer spoke resolutely, turned around, and took a big step towards the door.

"Please eat first."

"I'm not hungry."

He watched her walk away with strong strides, his tone firm, "Then don't even think about coming back to the Qiao family."

Qiao Bao'er stopped her steps, turned around, and glared at him angrily.

FANG Da Ma immediately stepped in to smooth things over, persuading, "Young Mistress, you must be tired even if you're not hungry after traveling all the way back from Switzerland. If you don't want a full meal, have a bowl of soup to nourish and invigorate yourself..."

Joe Baoer went to the restaurant to drink soup with a black face, very unhappy.

She was grateful to Fang Da Ma for preparing dinner for her, and she knew that the Jun family wasn't as difficult to get along with as the rumors said. But every time Jun Zhi Mu spoke to her, he used a commanding tone that made her feel resentful.

"What are you going to do!"

She was already in a bad mood. As soon as she put down her bowl, she saw Jun Zhimu actually instructing Fang Da Ma to look after the twins and that he was going to the city.

< Qiao Bao'er's tone was a little hesitant, "You want to go to my house" >

Jun's pastoral face was expressionless, his calm deep eyes staring straight at her. That gaze probably meant, couldn't he just go

Qiao Baoer turned her head away, unwilling to meet his gaze.

He can go if he wants to, anyway her dad definitely won't welcome him.

If Junzhi goes to Qiao's house, there's a chance her dad will just give him the cold shoulder and make things awkward.

"Mrs. Fang especially brought them some gifts along, "Even though the young mistress is going back to her parents' home, gifts are still necessary. I don't know much about your father and their preferences, so these bird's nest and cordyceps are a small token of my affection."

Going back to your parents' home

Qiao Bao'er, hearing this word, her mind was a little muddled.

After they got married, they never formally went back to Qiao's family as a married couple. They had been there together once before, but at that time, she didn't get along well with Qiao's family and Jun Zhumu was busy with other matters.

It felt strange to her, going back to her parents' house with her husband like an ordinary person. She couldn't imagine Jun Zhimu being a good son-in-law like everyone else; his personality was just too out there.

Jun's shepherd was going to Qiao's house, and she didn't ask why. He went if he wanted to go, anyway she couldn't stop him. But why not take a plane

"It only takes half an hour to get there by short flight!"

Qiao Baoer sat in the luxury car, she impatiently stared at the scenery flying backwards outside the window. The speed was indeed stable and fast, but it was still not as quick as a plane.

Usually, they take a plane to travel from the city to the city. The Jun family has a private jet, so it's very convenient and doesn't involve too many procedures. This time, Jun Zhi Mu insisted on taking a car to go there.

"It's going to take at least four hours by car," she said angrily, glaring at the man sitting next to her.

"Jun Zhimu's expression was as usual, 'No rush.'"

Qiao Bao'er tightened her face, turned her head, and ignored him.

In the end, it all comes down to what his boss says.

The Jun family driver behind the wheel was trembling with anxiety. He didn't understand why they were driving to the city. Their young master, Lord Zhi Mu, always prioritized efficiency in his travels. Glancing at the rearview mirror, he noticed the two masters in the backseat seemed to be in a tense atmosphere. He wanted to speed up, but Lord Zhi Mu had requested a speed limit. Ah, the Jun family's masters were truly unpredictable.

The journey was long, Qiao Bao'er leaned against the luxurious and comfortable car back, suddenly she felt a little sleepy.

Actually, things are pretty rushed. Yesterday, she was in Switzerland and experienced an avalanche, which was terrifying. After being rescued, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. She only rested for a few hours before rushing back to the country. Now that she's arrived at Jun's place, she has to go straight to Qiao's house.

Suddenly, she remembered that Junzhi's back was still hurt.

She turned her head, only to meet a pair of deep eyes. It seemed Jun Zhimu had been gazing at her from the side all along. Qiao Baobao was stunned and didn't know how to react, her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

Though Jun Zhimu was dressed in an expensive Western suit, with his tall and handsome stature and extraordinary bearing, a noticeable fatigue clouded his usually stern face. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Why do we have to go to the Qiao family..." She lowered her eyes, muttering in a low voice.

Jun Zhi Mu couldn't hear what she was mumbling. He suddenly called out her name, " Qiao Bao'er." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he wasn't feeling well.

Jo Bao'er listened to his low and soft voice, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

"What's up"

She had a tense face, expressionless, squeezing out two words.

"Come here." He commanded her directly.

Qiao Ba'er's eyes widened slightly. She had originally wanted to just retort with a flat "No," but perhaps because his tone sounded a little weak, she didn't feel as forceful in her refusal. She hesitated for three seconds before awkwardly moving closer to him.

Jun Zhimu directly wrapped his arms around her, that cool and unique masculine scent enveloping her. Qiao Bao'er blushed, feeling awkward, and glanced at the driver in the front seat, "Hey," she pushed him away.

When it came to matters of intimacy, she was always uncomfortable, especially with an audience.

But the lord's big head leaned against her left shoulder without hesitation. He sighed deeply, seeming very tired, and his warm breath gently brushed past her ear. Qiao Bao'er stiffened directly.

He relied on her like that.

The driver in the front seat caught sight of them in the rearview mirror, his heart pounding with shock. Yet, he kept a stoic expression and drove smoothly on.

Qiao Bao'er reached out her right hand to his back. She originally thought Jun Zhi Mu was being a scoundrel and wanted to push her away, but when he frowned, she remembered that he had an injury on his back and couldn't lean against the car back like this, so he could only rely on her embrace.

Once she understood the reasons behind everything, she immediately felt relieved.

She has always been as straightforward as a boy. She had more male friends than female friends since she was young. It was normal for her to help and support men, just like they helped and supported each other. She got along very well with Lu Qinan.

He turned his head, and seeing her instantly relax, he felt a twinge of disappointment.

He deliberately pressed his heavy body down, Qiao Bao'er leaned her back, she said defiantly, "If you're tired, just sleep, I'll hold you up."

Just like on a snowy mountain, even if Xia Chui Xue usually doesn't get along with her, she will do her best to help if she is in trouble. Actually, the reason she said that was very simple, it was just to let Jun Zhi Mu sleep and not worry about being thrown around when the car turns or changes speed, she would hold him steady.

Her grandfather taught her to be so kind and loyal.

But Jun Zhi Mu's chest felt even heavier, his brows furrowed in worry. A lump of frustration welled up inside him, an unexpressed anger he couldn't shake. He tightened his arms around her slender shoulders, lifting his head slightly to bring his moist lips to her sensitive earlobe. His kiss was tender and passionate, a light bite followed by swirling, teasing licks...

Jo Bao'er was numb all over, and she lost all composure.

"Junzhi Mu, you, you just be honest with me!" She blushed and almost wanted to punch him in the face.ld Master Jun had some objections to her new job. "This work is not serious," he said.In the eyes of the elderly, network games are not a good thing."Grandpa, game streamers aren't as bad as you think...