Early the next morning, Zhulan put on her clothes and jewelry and applied light makeup until she was satisfied. She stood up and twirled around for Zhou Shuren to see, "How do I look?"
Zhou Shuren said, "Pretty good."
Unsatisfied, Zhulan asked, "Is that all?"
Touching his beard, Zhou Shuren really had nothing more to say. Could he admit he felt a bit threatened?
Dressed up, Zhulan looked a few years younger, whereas no matter how he dressed, he was still an old man. Touching his face, he realized the main issue was his looks; he was just an old man without any trace of handsomeness, unlike his modern self—he was confident he would be a handsome old man!
Zhulan pursed her lips and patted Zhou Shuren on the shoulder, "I know, you're jealous."
Zhou Shuren said, "…No, I'm not!"
Zhulan had already stopped paying attention to Zhou Shuren and turned to their son, "Today, daddy will be home, so you need to behave, okay?"
"Mom, go out without worry, daddy and I will be good at home."
