Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Shen Zhi Qiao's face reddened. She shyly avoided his gaze.

However, he refused.

He lightly hooked his fingers under her chin and gazed into the depths of her pupils with deep pity.

Thinking that he was going to kiss her, Shen Zhi Qiao shyly closed his eyes and pouted, waiting for the touch of warmth to enter her body.

Qi Mujing's black eyes lit up, and he flicked her forehead, then saw that she had cutely shrunk into his embrace. He let out a soft laugh, and suddenly lifted her up with his large palm, letting her sit on his lap, then looked at her seriously, "Zhi'er, do you know your place in my heart? Don't lie to me anymore, understand?"

She was still a little angry at his teasing, but after hearing his words, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only his feelings for her.

Shen Zhi Qiao's eyes were filled with tears as he gently nodded his head, "Ah Jing, actually, I …"

"Zhi'er, there is an even more important matter that I need to attend to. Please give me your confession tomorrow." Qi Mujing interrupted her, and carried her out of the room.

Shen Zhiqiao was being held by him like a big cloth doll. His face was red and his heart was pounding, but he was also enjoying himself.

He simply placed his head on Luo Yuan's shoulder and placed his large subordinates that were covering him as well. "Jing, what's so important?"

Qi Mujing's lips curled up into a smile as he pulled her tightly with his arms, then sped up, turning left and right for a while before finally stopping, "Zhi'er, we're here."

Shen Zhi Qiao felt a little drowsy from his embrace. She opened her eyes lazily and tilted her head as she looked at him …

"Jing …" Shen Zhi Qiao suddenly straightened his body, excitedly wanting to jump down from his body.

Qi Mujing raised his eyebrows and put her down when he knew she would react like that.

Shen Zhi Qiao's eyes were wide open as she stared at the firecrackers on the ground, which were becoming bigger and bigger. From when she was small until now, they had been in a circle. She and Jing were now in this circle …

"Jing, this, how did you do all this? "Didn't they say, that there's no such thing?!"

Shen Zhi Qiao looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Do you like birthday presents?" Qi Mujing came up and wrapped his arms around her waist, handing her the fire pillar in his hand and holding her small hand in his hand.

Birthday gift?!

Shen's tear ducts were on the verge of collapse, and he had accompanied her on every birthday for the past five years.

However, if it wasn't inviting people who wanted to sing big, then it was going to be lively within the manor. It was him taking her for a stroll around the East Tomb Street market, picking out what he liked.

Last year, on her birthday, she pretended to be at loggerheads with him, complaining that he didn't understand her feelings, so she casually said that she needed fireworks to cheer her up.

He also had a wooden face and his eyebrows were tightly locked. After waiting for a while, he still wasn't able to coax her. Instead, he turned around and left.

She had been sick to death and, for the first time, had no fart to run after him.

Only in the evening did he return, covered in a cold wind, and the moment he stepped into the house, he took her in his arms and whispered apologetically in her ear.

She said that he had searched the entire East Tomb City and even the few small towns near the East Tomb. However, he did not find the "fireworks" that she had mentioned.

When she heard this, she couldn't help but feel moved. He was just like this. His personality was cold and he didn't say much, but he treated her very well.

Later, when he asked her what fireworks were, she briefly described them.

After that, he promised that he would definitely find her for this year's birthday.

However, she'd always made him angry recently, and she'd concealed it from him time and time again. And he never went back to his room last night, after he went out with an angry face.

She thought that this birthday was definitely going to be a failure. She also blamed herself for hiding it from him, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Unexpectedly, this man was still carefully memorizing and preparing.

How could she, Shen Zhiqiao, be so doted on by him? He was so good to her, but she couldn't even be honest with him.

The emotions and guilt in his heart melted into the wetness in his eyes. Shen Zhiqiao turned around and tightly hugged his waist, his face hiding behind his broad chest. He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Ah Jing, I'm sorry. You treated me so well, but I …"

"Idiot!" Qi Mujing propped up her face, gently wiping the crystal on her cheek with his thumb, "Husband is good to his wife, he should be!"

Husband? Wife? What a beautiful name.

Shen Zhi Qiao cried even more bitterly. She finally made up her mind. She couldn't hide it from him anymore, nor could she hide it from him.

He was her husband, the harbor of her life.

Therefore, she wanted to be honest with him, and would never lie to him again … Anything!

Clutching his robe tightly, he was prepared to tell him the sequence of events in one breath, but …

He ruthlessly scratched the tip of his nose and exerted a great amount of strength.

He slightly drew in a breath and endured the pain as he looked at Ye Zichen with a puzzled expression. However, it attracted Ye Zichen to once again attack him viciously.

"Pain!" Shen Zhiqiao rubbed his nose and stared at him in grievance.

"You still know pain?!" Qi Mujing raised his hand and was about to land it, but she immediately covered her nose with her hand in a comical way. Her thin lips slightly moved, but she was unable to move again.

Sighing faintly, the hand that was about to fall changed and touched the top of her hair. The soft and silky feeling forced him to open his fingers and slide down, squinting his black eyes in pleasure while speaking sternly. What kind of books did Zhi'er learn from? And how do you judge the meaning of 'overturning the yang'? "

"Down, down, not up?!" Shen Zhiqiao's eyes twitched and his voice trembled violently, "A-Jing, I-I don't know about you. What are you talking about …"

"Don't know?" Qi Mujing gritted his teeth, "Didn't Zhi'er go through countless difficulties to invite the Divine Doctor Lan to treat her husband's' ungrateful 'illness?"

A little earlier, Little Four had brought Lord Lou Lan to the study room to look for him, saying that he was going to treat his illness.

Lou Lan had met him a few times three years ago. He was an aloof and aloof person, and although he was talented, he was ruthless.

It could be said that for His Majesty to succeed the throne without a hitch, he'd done a great deal.

However, his body was not abnormal, so how could he possibly have a cure?!