When Dong Huiying returned, she saw the obedient and quiet Xiao Hua sitting beside Shu Yu’s pillow. Shu Yu was turned away from her, seemingly still asleep. Dong Huiying lay on the bed with her clothes on, remaining sleepless for quite a while. Not until dawn approached did she sigh lightly and close her eyes. Shu Yu had already been awake; since midnight, she left, and he woke up. People are truly strange sometimes; despite the disdainful face he usually showed toward this woman, things that once weighed on his mind gradually became less significant. He thought he must be a petty man; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hated her for so long over the wrongdoing she did in the past. But he didn’t know when a fresh image started to gradually cover the old shadows. There is one thing that cannot be erased. Between him and her, it wasn’t anything intense or love at first sight; his slow affection wasn’t like Shujun’s fiery passion or Haoming and Yue Ning’s innocence. Their relationship grew subtly in the shared everyday life, like a gentle stream flowing steadily. Having lived together for so long, he had to admit, despite his stubbornness, she truly treated him well. In this Dayuan, women openly scorn male authority; husbands at home have no real status, and with the constraints of national laws, whether Main Husband, Concubine, or Male Servants, they must proceed cautiously to avoid angering the women of the household, otherwise, they risk being dismissed and sent to the military. He knew well that his temperament and some of his actions could justify being cast away a hundred times over, yet he couldn’t shake the desire to bully her. He didn’t know when he developed the habit of wanting to see her looking helpless yet forced to endure, to see her focus her attention on him, treating him as someone significant. Rather than overlook him, not as she treated Lao Si and Little Wu, who were poor at expressing themselves and she inattentively neglected. Ultimately, he had arrogantly believed that affection was an emotionless thing; once entangled, it becomes inseparable, merely a needless disturbance. Yet, he gradually turned himself into an ordinary person, enjoying it immensely. He lay quietly for a while, listening to her breathing which became increasingly steady and regular; he knew she had fallen asleep. He then turned over, and by this time, daylight had fully arrived. Slowly reaching out a hand, he lifted a tuft of her long hair, brought it to his lips, and gently planted a kiss. There are six brothers in the family, and if her heart truly weighed them out, ranking them by importance and position, he thought... The eldest brother and Shujun would tie for first place, followed by Yixuan, then Haoming and Yue Ning. And himself, he ought to be last. He understood his place in her heart couldn’t compare to others, and he was always a clear-minded person, aware of this fact. And now, he pondered something internally. Just when would his weight in her heart rise? When would he become as important to her as the eldest brother and Shujun? Such is the nature of matters of affection. Even living under the broad context of Dayuan, the cultural influence, living environment, and twenty years of ingrained beliefs made them easily accept the multi-spouse system. Yet, they still exhibit greed. Who wouldn’t want exclusivity? Who wouldn’t desire to be the most important existence in the beloved woman’s heart? Born in this mortal world, he was merely an ordinary person with the same troubles and hopes as other ordinary people.