- “You’re wrong, beauty is the same; here’s a quote for you, ‘Beauty is uniform, ugliness is diverse.'”
- “Upvote for the comment above; we want uniform beauty.”
- “Don’t you know how beautiful your wife is?”
- “Did you save the Earth in your past life?”
- “I just think your wife is pretty; whoever had plastic surgery to look like her, contact me, I’ve got money! I’ll support you!”
- …The comments section was a mess. There were even some die-hard fans of Xu Xiangying. Jiang Baiyuan was so angry he wanted to find that person and smash his head for daring to make an image of his wife. He clenched his fist, no longer looking at his phone, and went to wake his daughter up.
Jiang Ruyi was still half-asleep when her dad called her to get dressed, her little head bobbing, looking both pitiful and adorable. Jiang Baiyuan, who had been full of anger, was now melted by his daughter’s cuteness. He dressed her in a pretty dress, took her to the bathroom to freshen up, and then carried her out. As for breakfast, they would buy something outside. He was almost at the time he had agreed to meet Zhou Linchuan.
Zhou Linchuan, on the other hand, paid no mind to the time as he was making a meticulous breakfast. Hearing the knock, he went to open the door, his gaze sweeping over the father-daughter duo, landing on Jiang Ruyi. “Come on, baby, your brother made breakfast for you.”
Jiang Baiyuan: “…” He actually wasn’t in the mood for breakfast. But his daughter couldn’t go hungry, so he handed her over and let it be.
Zhou Linchuan carried Ruyi towards the dining table, seating her and serving a heart-shaped breakfast: red bean porridge, fried dumplings, milk, toast, and a beautiful fruit platter made of apples, kiwis, and oranges, all arranged in exquisite tableware, looking both abundant and refined, full of life’s ritual. Jiang Ruyi’s appetite was whetted, especially by the fruit platter.
“Thank you, brother,” she said, taking a fork and digging into the sweet fruit.
