After the meal, Wang Zhaodi was stuffed. It seemed as if she had never enjoyed a meal like this before. Indeed, marriage was wonderful—it marked a brand new beginning, allowing her to leave behind the past and freely shape the life she desired.
Zhu Zicheng watched his new wife eat with such joy, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her. That little oily mouth—he was getting hungry too...
"Zhaodi, are you full?" Zhu Zicheng asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of urgency, "Shall we go home now..."
Upon hearing 'go home,' Wang Zhaodi imagined what home looked like, filled with anticipation. She patted her stomach and nodded obediently, "Sure, let's go home."
When they hurried to the Wang Family's house, there was nobody home; everyone had gone to work.
Seeing the locked door, Wang Zhaodi smiled helplessly and said, "Let me go find Dad to get the key, you wait here for a moment."
