Chapter 1011: Actively Picking a Fight, Can't Avoid It

The next morning.

Shi Yuke woke up from her dream and stretched.

A good night's sleep, she felt refreshed upon waking.

She had expected not to sleep well, but unexpectedly, last night was actually the best sleep she had had since giving birth to Baobao!

The child was too young and would wake up every three or four hours.

Even during her postpartum recovery month, she had handled the child's waking herself, so she had never had a full night's sleep for so long.

Baobao basically didn't disturb her last night.

When the child woke up in the middle of the night, Gu Zhihao would mix formula and change diapers; when Baobao was full and satisfied but wouldn't sleep, he would keep his son company... he didn't disturb Shi Yuke at all.

Perhaps because of their blood connection, the father and son got along very harmoniously.

Baobao would smile whenever he saw Gu Zhihao, without crying or fussing.

Even though he hadn't taken care of the child since birth, the father and son got along very well.

Shi Yuke was surprised at first, but soon felt relieved.

Right, he had experience with taking care of children.

When Yulong was little, it was basically him and his father who took care of him.

Thinking of the two older ones, they had already been staying at Lao Qi's house for a while.

Yulong and Meiyin would call and video chat with Gu Zhihao, but they never looked for her.

Before she recovered from her illness, the two children clearly liked her, but after she recovered, they always avoided her when they saw her, and she couldn't say why.

Shi Yuke sat on the bed in a daze, and at this moment, Gu Zhihao noticed she was awake.

"You're awake?" He put the child back in the crib and turned to go out.

Before she had finished washing up, he had already brought breakfast in.

Plain porridge and small side dishes, simple, but very much to Shi Yuke's taste.

He said: "The meat dishes the servants make are too heavy; I was afraid you wouldn't be used to them, so I made something simple. If you don't like it, I'll go make something else."

"I like it, thank you."

She drank the porridge slowly.

As it touched her tongue, she could feel the difference.

It looked simple, but in reality, it was not; the porridge was smooth and delicate, something that couldn't be cooked without three or four hours of effort.

With her appetite spoiled by Gu Zhihao, she couldn't swallow food made by others.

Soon the bowl of porridge hit the bottom, and she licked her lips, still wanting more: "Is there any more?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go get some."

Gu Zhihao carried the bowl out and returned empty-handed: "I'm sorry, there isn't any left."

One doesn't just cook a single bowl of porridge; although he didn't say why there wasn't any left, she knew it must have been eaten by someone else.

The house wasn't just them anymore; outsiders had moved in, and they competed with her for everything, even the morning porridge.

She didn't want to cause trouble, but that didn't mean she wouldn't get angry!

"In the future, don't make extra food. There are servants and nutritionists over there; what right do they have to order you around?" Shi Yuke unconsciously grouped herself and Gu Zhihao together.

"It's fine, the rice, flour, and oil are all bought by them anyway, and doing a little extra work won't kill me..." He noticed his wife's unhappy expression and realized he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately changed his tone: "Alright, I'll listen to you."

In the days that followed, Ji Yingjie continued to pick fights, and there was basically never a moment of peace.

Shi Yuke did not just blindly tolerate it either.

She wasn't the type to just sit there and be bullied; if Ji Yingjie started it, she would retaliate.

She took a light cyan T-shirt and presented it to her father in front of Ji Yingjie: "Could you try this on and see if it fits?"

"Buying me new clothes again? You're good at everything now, child, but you haven't broken the habit of spending money recklessly."

Although Shi Yucheng said this, he was still very happy and immediately took the new clothes to try them on.

"It's just a piece of trash clothing, is it worth it?" Ji Yingjie glanced sideways at her husband's back, her face full of disdain.

Shi Youxuan said neither softly nor harshly: "Even if it's trash clothing, someone has to be thinking of you. Unlike some people who are arrogant, conceited, and have only themselves in their hearts and eyes." Her voice was not loud, and only the two of them could hear.

Ji Yingjie was furious: "Are you provoking me? Shi Yuke, don't pretend to be a good person here. You are used to currying favor; don't think that giving a piece of clothing means you know how to behave. Your father and I are husband and wife; no matter how many things you give, the person he cares about most can only be me."

"Besides, you can't give anything good anyway. No matter how much money you have, can you be richer than me..."

Shi Yuke had only given a piece of clothing, and she had successfully stirred up her fighting spirit.

While they were talking, Shi Yucheng had already changed into the clothes and returned.

His wife's overbearing manner made him very unhappy: "What are you shouting about? Your voice is so loud you're about to blow the roof off. Don't be so petty, it's a joke to the neighbors."

"She was the one who provoked me first!"

Ji Yingjie was telling the truth, but Shi Yucheng didn't believe her.

Because he had only heard his wife's loud shouting and hadn't heard his eldest daughter say a single word.

The scales in his heart had already tilted at this moment, and just then Shi Yuke added: "Father, you look very good in this color. I remember you had a piece of clothing in this color when you were young; you looked especially handsome."

No one dislikes hearing nice things, and Shi Yucheng was no exception.

That's right, he once had a piece of clothing in this color; it was bought by his late wife, Jiang Yadan.

Back then, before Shi Youxuan had arrived, the family of three had worn new clothes and taken a family portrait at a photo studio.

That photo was still around; where was it kept?

Seeing her father lost in thought, Shi Yuke knew he had probably remembered that photo.

So she said: "The photo is in the Study, in the third compartment of the second cabinet on the left."

The speaker had intention, and the listener took note.

"What photo?"

"It's nothing," Shi Yucheng said, covering it up.

"Hmph!"

Ji Yingjie was one step faster than her husband in flipping to the old photo album, where she discovered that old photograph.

The family of three was snuggled together affectionately, all wearing smiles as warm as a spring breeze.

She was furious and tore the photo up with almost no hesitation.

The couple erupted into the biggest argument they had had in months.

Shi Yucheng pointed at her nose and cursed her for being overbearing and unreasonable.

Ji Yingjie retorted, accusing her husband of being a muddlehead with insufficient intelligence, having been schemed against by his eldest daughter again.

Sending the clothes was done with ill intent; it was just to hope the two of them would fight!

He thought his wife was being too unreasonable and could not listen to a single word she said; regardless, tearing the photo was wrong—who doesn't have a past?

Could it be that she, Ji Yingjie, had no past?

Perhaps it would have been better not to mention this.

Once it was mentioned, Ji Yingjie became even more relentless.

"That is the tradition of our Ji Family; which woman of the Ji Family hasn't had a few men? It is enough that I haven't been fooling around since I married you, but it is wrong for you to still be thinking of your ex-wife after marrying me! That is eating from the bowl while eyeing what's in the pot."

"You say I'm thinking of her, then I'm thinking of her; as you wish."

Arguing was not Shi Yucheng's strong suit, but his ability to infuriate others was not weak.

He turned and went out to buy offerings and incense candles, taking his eldest daughter to sweep the grave of his late wife!

In this round of PK, Shi Yuke won.

Ji Yingjie had a personality that never admitted defeat; since Shi Yuke had already successfully ignited the flames of war, this matter naturally could not be dropped easily.

But when the father and daughter returned from sweeping the grave, there was no displeasure on Ji Yingjie's face.

She even went so far as to break precedent by personally serving her husband tea and water, wiping the sweat from his forehead: "You're back? You've worked hard, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Shi Yucheng took out a box of green rice balls and handed it over: "This is something Yuke and I bought especially for you, your favorite snack; have a taste." It was indeed bought on purpose, bought to curry favor with his wife.