Chapter 18. My Legs Are Even Longer Than My Sister’s! Su Qingyan kept coughing uncontrollably. The smoke had gotten to her badly. The pungent smell of scorched chili filled the air. Li Mo couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation. Who stir-fries chilies ? And she hadn’t even turned on the range hood. “What are you doing, YanYan?” “If the neighbors see this, they’ll call the fire department!” Li Mo stepped into the kitchen, Turned on the exhaust fan, And kept waving the smoke away… Only after five full minutes Did the haze finally begin to clear. He let out a relieved breath. “Why on earth did you decide to cook so early in the morning?” Looking at Su Qingyan’s soot-streaked face— Like a little kitten who’d gotten into mischief— He couldn’t bring himself to scold her. Instead, he affectionately “For over a year, you’ve been the one cooking for me.” “I wanted to return the favor.” “Back when I just called you ‘brother,’ it was fine to eat your food.” “But soon, you’ll have to marry me and call me ‘wife.'” “So I need to learn how to cook—be a good wife and mother!” “From now on, I’ll be your perfect homemaker!” “Don’t all men love a devoted wife who stays home,” “Doesn’t go out drinking or clubbing?” “Don’t worry, brother!” “Your YanYan will always behave, stay away from other men, and never step into those shady places!” Su Qingyan’s expression was deadly serious. She had put a lot of thought Into how her future with Li Mo would look. And she was determined Seeing her earnestness, Li Mo gently pulled her into his arms. Su Qingyan’s tenderness And her love for him was slowly eroding his rationality. His heart grew fonder of her by the day. And his confidence in their relationship Strengthened with each passing moment. “Alright, brother, go sit in the living room!” “Just wait… I’ll bring out a delicious meal for you soon!” Eagerly, she pushed Li Mo toward the door, Like a child desperate for praise. Li Mo went to freshen up. He was greeted by several plates of questionable cuisine. “You made multiple dishes?” How did I sleep through this chaos? “Yep! I followed online recipes.” She proudly pointed at the cookbook on the table. Li Mo stared at the charcoal-like creations. All he could think was how adorable she was. “Try it! Quick, try it!” Su Qingyan picked up a bite And eagerly fed it to him. “…It’s a bit bitter.” He chewed and swallowed. Even with step-by-step tutorials, A beginner could never master Heat control or ingredient balance right away. “Then don’t eat it. I’ll throw it out.” Su Qingyan eyed her dishes critically. Even she could tell they were inedible. “You don’t want me to finish your first attempt?” She shook her head firmly. “If it’s this bad, I’d hate to make you suffer.” Every thought in her mind revolved around him. If the food was terrible, She wouldn’t force him to endure it. “Even if my first try failed,” “I’ll definitely improve next time!” Li Mo gazed at her fondly. “Go get ready. I’ll make us some proper breakfast.” Su Qingyan pecked him on the cheek. “You’re the best, brother.” Her face instantly flushed pink. This was the first time she’d initiated such affection. As he watched her walk away, Li Mo touched the lingering warmth on his cheek. For the first time, he felt… This was what home was supposed to feel like. Despite years of marriage to Su Xiaoxiao, He had never truly found That sense of belonging. Snapping out of his thoughts, He whipped up a simple breakfast. By the time Su Qingyan finished her makeup and returned, “Brother, how do I look in this white office outfit? I wore black yesterday!” The pristine white suit hugged her figure just as flawlessly. “Stunning. Most people can’t pull off white professional wear.” “It demands perfect proportions.” “My figure is unmatched.” She accentuated her words with a little hip sway, Making Li Mo’s mouth go dry. “YanYan, why do you love black stockings so much?” “Doesn’t it feel a bit mature for a 19-year-old?” She looked down shyly. “Because you like them.” “When did I say that?” Sure, he did have a weakness for black stockings, But he definitely didn’t remember telling her. “Besides, in my eyes, you’ve always been a little kid.” “I’d never say something like that to you.” Su Qingyan had grown up under his watch. To him, she’d always be that innocent grade-schooler. The memory of their first meeting— Her tiny schoolgirl self— Was etched permanently in his mind. “You didn’t tell me.” “You told my sister.” “Back when you were still married…” Her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. Back then, she’d secretly harbored feelings, But never dared to act on them. Now? She had no reservations left. Now Li Mo remembered. He had once confessed his stocking preference to Su Xiaoxiao. In his life, he had few indulgences, That was an obsession. They accentuated legs to perfection. And Su Qingyan’s legs… Were already damn near flawless. “You little brat, why’d you remember that of all things?” The thought of his past comments Being overheard by a child Did I accidentally corrupt her? Why Su Qingyan had started wearing stockings The moment she graduated. “Brother, my sister never wore them for you.” Su Xiaoxiao had always dismissed his preferences. Meant nothing to her. She’d refused, claiming they were “uncomfortable.” “But now that you’re divorced,” “I think you deserve to have what you love.” “Otherwise, what’s the point of living?” Su Qingyan admired her own legs, Then declared with absolute seriousness: “Brother, if you like them,” “I’ll wear stockings for you every day, anytime you want.” “Even after we’re married, I’ll never stop.” “My legs are even longer than my sister’s!”