“That’s not right, Francine! Shouldn’t you be angry with your daughter-inw for being sozy?”


    “I don’t see any reason to get angry,” said Francine in a considerate tone as she took a sip of her tea.


    “If the young couple wants to sleep, then let them. It’s perfectly natural that they’re especially


    affectionate with each other. I don’t see any problem in letting them roll around in bed for a while


    anyway.”


    “But that’s nonsense!” one of Stefan’s aunts argued indignantly. “She’s a member of a respectable


    family now, and she should learn to act like it! All of us who married into the Hunt family know this! We


    make sure that we’re elegant, dignified, graceful, and courteous at all times—the basic qualities that


    the wife of an affluent man should…”


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    “My daughter-inw doesn’t need any of these qualities,” Francine interrupted. “All she needs to do is


    to spend the rest of her life happily with my son.”


    “You may be able to ept this, Francine, but what about Stefan? Can he endure having such a wife?


    The Stefan that I remember is an austere and disciplined man. Never once in his whole life has he ever


    overslept! It seems that this woman is a bad influence on him!”


    “Well,” Francine shrugged helplessly, “what can I do? Stefan finally and painstakingly managed to pull


    his precious wife back to him, so it’s only natural he pampers and indulges her. In fact, I’m sure he’d


    even oblige if she wanted to sleep till dusk, let alone sleep a little longer than usual!”


    Francine had just discovered that her son was an obliging husband who livedpletely under his


    wife’s thumb. He would do anything his wife wanted, getting it for her no matter what it was. If his wife


    had wanted the moon, she was sure Stefan would leap into a spaceship immediately so he could bring


    the moon down to her.


    In that case, what could a mother like her do but put her hands up and concede?


    “Tsk tsk! I can’t believe that Stefan can be such a passionate lover! He simply spoils his wife rotten—


    what a lucky woman!”


    The women who had just been grumbling bitterly were now full of envy for Renee. How could they not


    be when each of them, whether they were born or married into affluent families, had to live under strict


    rules? They had to restrain and control themselves to make sure that they appeared dignified at all


    times. The kind of suffering they endured was something that only those who had lived through it


    themselves would understand.


    How they wished that they could live like Renee—doing whatever she wanted while her husband doted


    on her and indulged her unconditionally! What a blissful life that would be…


    In fact, the women were not the only ones who sighed in envy—even the men listened in disbelief at


    what had be of Stefan.


    “Alexander,” said n Hunt, Alexander’s cousin, “we’ve always thought that your son is a lot more


    rational and level-headed than you are, but it appears he’s just as much of a hopeless romantic as you


    are! I bet he inherited the gene from you! No one in Beach City spoils their wife as badly as you do!”


    Once n started teasing Alexander like that, the other men began to join in as well.


    “Although it’s a good thing that he’s so fond of his wife, men should focus more on their careers, and if


    Stefan wants to do great things, he should spend less time on his wife and family. You should pull him


    aside and advise him not to neglect his work just because of a woman!”


    “Yeah, don’t they know what time it is? How are they still asleep? I hope he won’t be like emperors of


    the past, causing the fall of a dynasty due to a disregard for proper governance and spending all their


    time frolicking with their concubines.”


    The men who spoke up were the more prominent members of the Hunt family, who also held a


    significant percentage of shares in H Group. They were concerned that Stefan might get so lovesick


    that his performance as the CEO of H Group might be jeopardized, thus affecting H Group’s


    operations.


    “I heard that Stefan hasn’t been to thepany for a whole week now. I certainly hope he’s not so


    bewitched by his wife that he’s cooped up with her every day,pletely forgetting his work.”


    n Hunt looked in the direction of the staircase and said, “He might’ve been able to eliminate the


    opposition from thepanyst time by faking his death, but my brother and his people are all still


    alive and kicking. Who knows what they’lle up with next…”


    “Enough!” Old Mr. Hunt interrupted. “Have all of you forgotten that I’m still here? Better stay quiet if you


    have nothing nice to say!”


    He turned pointedly to n Hunt and, in a quietly powerful and intimidating voice, told him, “Isn’t it a


    good thing when a man loves his wife? This proves he is made of flesh and blood and that he has


    feelings and empathy. Why should you be worried if such a man is leading thepany?”


    n lowered his head and meekly replied, “Don’t be angry, Uncle Timothy. It’s not that we don’t trust


    Stefan’s capabilities. It’s just that… My brother and his family are incredibly crafty and cruel. Don’t you


    remember how that rascal Jovan almost seeded in seizing power in thepany?”


    The brother that n Hunt was referring to was Arthur Hunt, his older brother, and father of Jovan


    Hunt. Although they were siblings, there was no love lost between him and Arthur, owing to the fact that


    both Arthur and his son Jovan were ruthless and treacherous. Instead, n had a much closer


    rtionship with his cousin Alexander Hunt.


    Just as n was still talking about his brother, Arthur’s recognizable boisterousughter was heard


    approaching from the entrance.


    “Ah, Alexander! Francine! Congrattions! Congrattions!”