A Peach Wood Comb

The next day, passing by a jewelry store, Zhou Yuqian thought he hadn’t given Lai Hui any promises or even money, yet she was still cooking and washing for him with all her heart. Should he give her something? He asked Xiao Li to stop the car, went into the jewelry store, and selected a diamond necklace worth over ten thousand yuan. He had it beautifully wrapped in a gift box and took it home. Downstairs, Lai Hui was washing dishes when Zhou Yuqian was about to go to his study to read. His eyes caught the necklace box on the vanity table; he usually left gifts there for her to find. But today, for some reason, he didn’t want to send it off in the same old way. Pacing back and forth, he decided to change his approach. Hearing Lai Hui’s footsteps coming upstairs, Zhou Yuqian walked from the study to the bedroom. Lai Hui thought he wanted tea and said, “The water hasn’t boiled yet; I’ll make you some later!” Then she sat at the vanity table, applying hand cream. Zhou Yuqian was moved again, embracing her from behind and kissing her cheek, saying, “I didn’t say I wanted tea!”