The happiness on Jiang Ruolan's face finally made Zhou Shufen's facial expression change. She looked at her with a smile that was not a smile and spoke with a proud tone, "It seems that you really have some luck, Miss Jiang! That's a good thing, but you have to be aware that when the time comes, the good fortune of yours will slip away."

"You guys are really interesting. How can feelings have anything to do with luck? Miss Zhou's metaphor is so strange!" Xiong Ruogang caressed Little Fishie's head, who was focusing on eating the pudding, with a smile.

"Wasn't it because of luck that Miss Jiang would meet President Xian?" Zhou Shufen stared at Jiang Ruolan with a threatening gaze.

It seemed that Zhou Shufen already knew the reason for their marriage. She was a calm and scary woman.

Was there really love when Zhou Shufen and Xian Zihao were together? Or maybe they were together because they had treated each other's lives as a game, always trying to beat each other in a chess game called love.

Even though they cherished each other, in the end, both of them were injured by the game that no one had won.

As Jiang Ruolan thought of this, she looked back at Zhou Shufen's confident and proud gaze, which contained a hint of playfulness.

Combined with what Qin Gengxin had said when he was drunk, Jiang Ruolan suddenly understood something.

Zhou Shufen was a proud woman. This time, she was betting on Xian Zihao's heart.

Jiang Ruolan lifted her eyes and fearlessly stared at the luster in Zhou Shufen's eyes.

'Zhou Shufen, who gave you the right to play with Xian Zihao's love? Who gave you such confidence?'

Jiang Ruolan smiled slightly and said, "Miss Zhou, it's rare for someone to be lucky in their life. The most important thing is how to cherish it, don't you think so?"

At that moment, Zhou Shufen looked deeply at her, and it was as if she was discussing a very profound question with her. "Is there any use in cherishing things that don't belong to you?"

"In this world, nothing belongs to anyone. The most important thing is who he wants."

Jiang Ruolan said these words calmly. Finally, the fire of cold arrogance and confidence in Zhou Shufen's eyes was gradually extinguished.

Zhou Shufen looked deeply at her, as if she had finally discovered the uncompromising and unyielding thorns hidden within Jiang Ruolan's seemingly calm personality.

"Ah! My pudding!" Suddenly, the pudding bowl that Little Fishie was holding in her hands became unsteady. It slipped out of her little hand and splashed her pink and cute dress.

"Mommy!" Little Fishie didn't cry but helplessly looked at Zhou Shufen. "Mommy, is it possible for you to order another pudding?"

Xiong Ruogang wanted to help Little Fishie and was about to wipe her dress with a tissue when Zhou Shufen's words interrupted her action.

She glared at Little Fishie softly. "You're the one who was dirtying your clothes. You have to clean them yourself! Go to the bathroom and clean it up!"

"Oh …" Little Fishie pouted her lips. She was unwilling to do so, however, she still obediently left Xiong Ruogang's embrace.

Jiang Ruolan quietly observed Zhou Shufen's actions and saw that Little Fishie had walked away.

She had only taken two steps when Zhou Shufen suddenly picked her up. Who knew whether Little Fishie could find the washroom. Zhou Shufen was strict with her daughter, but at the same time, she also felt sorry for her daughter. She immediately carried her to the washroom.

It could be seen that Zhou Shufen's way of educating her daughter was based on the American style. When being scolded, Little Fishie did not cry or make a fuss, which showed that Zhou Shufen, the mother, was very strict in teaching her children and did not spoil them.

A mother who did not completely spoil her children. Her rational actions also showed that she was a very independent character.

Today, Jiang Ruolan got to know a bit about Zhou Shufen. Perhaps, it was because she, herself, was an independent woman, so she really knew her opponent.

A rational person would naturally have her own limits, as well as hers.

What exactly did Zhou Shufen want to do?

****

Xian Zihao only returned to the Greenville Residence late at night. Jiang Ruolan had just finished showering and was about to take his coat, but as soon as she got near, she could smell a faint but not very strong smell of alcohol from his body.

"There's an event tonight?" Jiang Ruolan didn't find it strange for her to ask about it. She put his coat on the coat stand and went to the kitchen to make him some food.

Just as she was about to go to the kitchen, she felt a warm breath hitting her neck. Xian Zihao was hugging her from behind.

Jiang Ruolan paused for a moment, feeling his gentle kiss on the back of her ear, but also felt that he was doing it on purpose. The kiss made her itch, and she immediately smiled.

Jiang Ruolan wanted to turn around and push Xian Zihao away, but he stopped her.

"No need to cook." He embraced her, his warm lips pressed against her ear. With a faint, hoarse smile, he said, "Eating you is enough."

A husky and ambiguous voice passed by her ears.

Jiang Ruolan smiled as she tried to push him away, "Aiya, stop messing around!"

"I am serious …" Xian Zihao sucked lightly on her earlobe. He turned her around and looked at her with a soft, sexy smile.

Xian Zihao lifted her chin with one hand, and his eyes were soft and warm, with her reflection in them. Then he lowered his head and kissed her nose affectionately. "Jiang Ruolan, I mean it."

Jiang Ruolan was a little drowsy. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze and saw that his eyes, which were as bright as stars, were brimming with a strong sense of warmth.

"Zihao, you don't have to do this." Jiang Ruolan could feel the care and protection he had for her. It was as if he did not want her to be harmed in any way, but she could also tell that his body was more or less filled with helplessness.

Although she didn't know why he was so helpless, Jiang Ruolan would do her best to protect her marriage and wouldn't surrender her husband to someone else. However, she wasn't greedy. She knew that there were some things she couldn't force.

"You don't have to do this." she said, smiling.

Xian Zihao's gaze was gentle, but right now, he looked slightly dissatisfied. "No matter what it is, you always prefer to bear it yourself. Even if someone has bad intentions by putting those pictures of your mother's suicide in front of you? And even when you know Zhou Shufen and her daughter's existence? Even when you met them this afternoon?"

Jiang Ruolan was stunned. "How did you know that I met Zhou Shufen this afternoon?"

Xian Zihao didn't give her the answer, but the answer was obvious in his eyes.

Had he seen them at the window as he drove past the restaurant? Or had he met Zhou Shufen after that?

"Why can't I know?" His eyes were frank, and he just looked at her.