Perhaps true love is not about grand declarations but the small everyday things, like firewood, rice, oil, and salt? Shu Yu is quite lazy. But we must distinguish between not knowing how to do something and being too lazy to do it. These are two completely different concepts. Shu Yu belongs to the latter category. Many things, many tasks, he doesn’t do not because he can’t, but because he’s just too lazy to do them. However, when he really puts his mind to doing something, he often surprises people. OCD, who knows if that’s a disease or not. But Shu Yu’s OCD is somewhat petty in everyday life and seems like a detriment, bringing many inconveniences to his life. Even Dong Huiying, his often cohabiting wife, sometimes can’t help but secretly complain about his obsession with cleanliness. However, a man obsessed with cleanliness is very suitable for cleaning, as his standards are high, almost to the point of nitpicking, cleaning even the mud in the cracks of the bricks. At first, Dong Huiying sat silently watching him, but seeing the man engrossed in his work, she decided not to disturb him. Instead, she went out to buy some cookware and prepared dinner. By nightfall, the small courtyard was completely refreshed and everything was in order. As a result of his hard work, Shu Yu took a hot bath, cleaned himself up, and had dinner with his wife. Some things are taken for granted when you have them, but after losing them for a while, you realize how much you cherish them. Like the culinary skills of his wife, it had been a long time since he left Mist Capital that Shu Yu hadn’t tasted a meal personally cooked by his wife, and now, with just one bite, his whole heart felt warm. On one side, Shu Yu started enjoying a sweet life with his wife, but on the other side, Liang Zhichen, who had angered his wife over something that happened yesterday, was restless. Although Dong Huiying and Shu Yu had already left the Blue mansion, everything about their stay at the guesthouse, meeting Qi Xi, and moving to rent a small yard to avoid Qi Xi’s entanglements, all reached Liang Zhichen’s ears. Though they weren’t together, the information about his wife was continuously being passed into the Blue mansion. Big or small, even trivial matters like the wife buying a few pots, spoons, and bowls, were detailed in a record laid out on Liang Zhichen’s desk. Lan Gu stood by grinding ink for Liang Zhichen. She could tell that he was troubled, and she understood the reasons behind his heartache. Liang Zhichen held a pen in his hand, a blank sheet of rice paper spread before him, but the ink droplets were seeping into the paper as he sat there looking dazed. Clearly, while his body was present, his thoughts had drifted far away, having flown off with his wife’s departure. Lan Gu couldn’t help but sigh. "Lan Gu was being presumptuous." Lan Gu took the brush from Liang Zhichen’s hand, and as she leaned in, Liang Zhichen snapped back to reality. He lowered his head, looking at the rice paper in front of him, pressing his temple with his fingers. "Lan Gu..." he seemed at a loss for words. He and Lan Gu met a year ago. He was Lan Gu’s benefactor, and Lan Gu treated him well in return. Regardless of their family’s ruthless demeanor at times, deep down, they were kind-hearted.