Zhou Jiajia could not quell the surge of anger in her heart.

"Jiajia, please stop being angry, okay?" Yifan pleaded, "How about this: from now on, I will do everything you say? I won't do anything without your command, without your permission, is that okay?"

Zhou Jiajia was the woman he loved, and he definitely didn't want to lose her.

Moreover, Jiajia had willingly risked her life to save him today. Just for that great love, he could not let down such a great beauty.

"Hmph!" Zhou Jiajia turned her head away, not wanting to see Lin Yifan's detestable face.

"Jiajia, please don't be mad, all right? I was wrong, I really was," Lin Yifan approached Zhou Jiajia and begged.

This time, Zhou Jiajia huffed again and turned her head to the other side.

Lin Yifan ran to the other side, continuing to plead.

In this way, running back and forth, pleading over and over, he finally obtained Zhou Jiajia's forgiveness.

"This is what you said, without my permission, you're not allowed to do anything in the future."

However angry she was, there was no point; so she could only choose to forgive the man she both loved and hated.

"OK! Received!" Lin Yifan immediately stood up from the floor; then he saluted Zhou Jiajia with all due formalities. It was an instinctive reaction to salute when an order is given by a superior, as a sign of respect.

"Why are you saluting?" Zhou Jiajia asked, finding Lin Yifan's military demeanor a bit amusing.

"It signifies that I have received the orders of Wife Supreme!" Lin Yifan replied with seriousness and solemnity; he didn't understand why Zhou Jiajia would laugh.

"Pfft!" Zhou Jiajia was somewhat resigned. When Lin Yifan turned into a military man, he really seemed a bit like a dummy; but she liked this kind of silly, endearing dummy.

Nevertheless, not wanting to show her pleasure, she maintained an angry facade and demanded, "Who is your Wife Supreme?"

"You are! This beautiful, generous, kind, and lovely beauty in front of me is my Wife Supreme," Lin Yifan answered earnestly, bringing his face close to Zhou Jiajia.

"Such sweet talk, never serious!" Zhou Jiajia playfully chided.

Although the anger was still present on her face, her heart was already blooming with joy, filled with sweetness.

A woman's heart changes so capriciously; just pamper her a little, praise her a bit, and you can gain forgiveness, you can win a sweet smile.

"Every bit serious!" Lin Yifan crouched down, looking up at Zhou Jiajia's pretty face.

With Lin Yifan staring at her like that, Zhou Jiajia was bashfully delighted and could hardly conceal the joy in her heart.

Seeing Zhou Jiajia with an angry expression, Lin Yifan didn't dare to move an inch, afraid of provoking this jealous jar once again.

"Get up! You're physically weak, it's not good to squat for too long," Zhou Jiajia let out a sigh. In the end, Lin Yifan was still the man she loved the most; so, how could she bear to see anything happen to him?

"Wife Supreme isn't mad anymore?" Lin Yifan inquired.

"What's the use of being mad? I can't bring back what's gone, I just have to accept defeat," Zhou Jiajia sighed.

"Jiajia! Don't think too much, in my heart, your position is unshakeable!" Lin Yifan earnestly replied, holding Zhou Jiajia's hands in his own.

"I hope so!" Zhou Jiajia sighed.

She really couldn't find a shred of confidence or advantage in competing with An Qi. She felt outclassed in every way, as if she had lost all advantages.

Seeing Zhou Jiajia so disheartened, Lin Yifan couldn't help but slap his own face harshly.

...

While slapping himself hard, and blaming himself, Lin Yifan could think of no other way to punish his own mistakes.

"Alright, stop it! Don't hit yourself! I don't blame you, I believe that in your heart, I must have a unique place," Zhou Jiajia quickly stepped in to stop Lin Yifan's actions.

It truly hurt her to see each powerful slap land on his face; she felt very distressed.

She believed that this was definitely not an act from Lin Yifan, but must be genuine self-blame and sincere repentance.

"Jiajia! I'm sorry!" Lin Yifan apologized once more. He owed Zhou Jiajia far too much, and he could never make it up to her in this lifetime.

"It's okay! Don't cry, 'A man's tears should not be shed lightly!' As long as you have the strength to hold up the sky, I will always silently support you, encourage you, and cheer for you behind the scenes," Zhou Jiajia extended her fair hand to wipe away the tears rolling down Lin Yifan's face, consoling him.

"Jiajia! It's so good to have you!" Lin Yifan was deeply moved. Where else could he find such an understanding and outstanding beauty? He was truly fortunate.

He then held Zhou Jiajia tightly in his arms.

In that quiet embrace, they did not know how much time had passed.

Until a voice broke the tranquility.

"Gurgle! Gurgle!"

Lin Yifan's stomach growled with hunger, as if it were about to go on strike.

"Yifan! Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you," Zhou Jiajia said, intending to go downstairs.

But then, Lin Yifan interjected, "No need! I'll cook."

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