Chapter 296 - What Do You Like Me?


    “Don''t push yourself too hard. If you''re truly exhausted, you should take a break. I can manage waiting for Mingming''s return alone.”


    Wu was concerned that the tasks might be too much for Mu Sifa.


    Considering Mu Sifa had to apany him all day, one wonders from where he derived such energy.


    “He affectionately praised his wife''s endearing and thoughtful nature with another kiss to Shang Cijie''s hand.”


    You oftenpliment my cuteness, yet I ponder what makes me so? I am a man, not the high school student I once was. Understandably, I might have been considered cute then, but now at 23, five yearster, it seems out of ce.


    “This must be an issue with your vision.”


    Unable to make sense of it, Shang Cijie arrived at this conclusion.


    “Why would that be problematic?” Is admiring my wife''s cuteness considered an issue?


    I found him endearing, yet how did it turn into a vision problem?


    Or perhaps he didn''t see himself as charming?


    Nheless, Xiaojie wasn''t one to be self-absorbed. He certainly wouldn''t agree with Ye Zichen finding him charming.


    “Mu Sifa, what exactly did you see in me initially?”


    Shang Cijie asked, albeit with hesitation, his gentle tone still conveyed the courage to look Mu Sifa in the eye.


    Mu Sifa was taken aback by Shang Cijie''s inquiry.


    Such a question had never crossed his mind before.


    Was there affection? Previously, he would have detested someone of this demeanor—constantly weeping, despite being a man.


    Yet, observing the timidity in one who dared to confront and resist him sparked an interest.


    Perhaps the attractiony in the resistance itself! He was drawn to a man of such character, ensuring there was never a dull moment.


    Moreover, as his feelings grew, his expressions became increasingly endearing, striking a chord within me. Before I realized, his love had deepened to an intense degree, almost like an addiction.


    Waiting for an answer…


    Mu Sifa remained silent for an extended period, leading Shang Cijie to feel deeply let down, having anticipated a response yet receiving none.


    “If you''d rather not answer, then let''s drop it.”


    Turning away, his eyes glistened with unshed tears.


    Only then did Mu Sifa recognize the dy in his response had led to a misunderstanding, prompting him to quickly reassure, “It''s not that I''m unwilling to answer; rather, I can''t pinpoint a specific reason for my affection. But that doesn''t mean I don''t care for you. Isn''t it true that affection needs no justification?”


    Ye Zichen softened his tone, hoping to appease Shang Cijie.


    Shang Cijie, inherently straightforward, found Mu Sifa''s exnation usible and broke into a smile, saying, “In that case, I''ll let it go.”


    Mu Sifa breathed a sigh of relief but then yfully remarked, “My dear, your stature is indeed charming and slight.”


    Mu Sifa meant no harm by hisment, but it was misconstrued by Shang Cijie as a slight.


    “It''s not my fault, and it''s unfair to me me,” he retorted, tears brimming with frustration rather than sorrow.


    Immediately, tears threatened to spill, not from hurt but from sheer irritation.


    Mu Sifa found Shang Cijie''s reaction adorable and reassuring, “It was a misunderstanding. There''s no issue here to dwell on, right?”


    “You were the first to make that remark,” he said, sniffling and lightly striking Mu Sifa''s chest, producing a faint sound.


    “Let''s drop the subject; I admit my mistake,” Mu Sifa conceded, then embraced Shang Cijie with a kiss.


    Shang Cijie, though still upset, did not push Mu Sifa away but huffed in dissatisfaction.


    “Alright, my apologies, my dear. I was in the wrong,” Ye Zichen reassured with another kiss, continuing to soothe him with a smile.