Zhao woke up in the early morning as he felt Zhu Rui's hands and both legs over him. "What is wrong with her sleeping habits?" he thought and pushed off her hands to the other side. Getting down the bed, he went to the washroom.

Freshening up, he came out with a towel wrapped around his lower body. He searched up the cupboard and found another pair of clothes for him which Zhu Rui had bought for him. He smiled and took out those clothes.

"You are looking so hot and freaking handsome after the morning. My eyes are blessed," Zhu Rui voiced from the bed. Forthwith, Zhao turned to her, bringing closer the clothes to his chest. He saw Zhu Rui was smirking at him.

"W-what? Go to the washroom and freshen up," Zhao told her, stammering. Zhu Rui smiled and threw off the blanket. Getting down the bed, she stepped towards Zhao. "You see, I am loving this house. It's tiny and you cannot escape here to the other rooms. I am so happy," Zhu Rui proclaimed and halted an inch before him.

"Why would I escape to the other rooms? Now, move aside and let me change clothes," Zhao stated.

Zhu Rui moved aside and gestured him to continue. Zhao laughed, "You want me to change here, in front of you?"

"Why not? You can," Zhu Rui stated. Zhao chuckled. "Okay, I am pulling off the towel," he said firmly.

"Yes, yes. Continue. I would like to see my husband's perfect body," Zhu Rui said with a smirk. Zhao could not believe his ears. Zhu Rui was much tougher than he thought. "O-okay, I am c-changing," Zhao announced while stammering.

Zhu Rui was intensely peering into Zhao's eyes which made him nervous. "Aish, this won't do," Zhao stated. "Aren't you shy?" Zhao asked.

"Why would I be shy?" Zhu Rui asked him. Zhao snickered and grabbed her wrist. "You should go out of the room," Zhao said as he pushed out Zhu Rui from the door.

"Zhao, this is wrong," Zhu Rui shouted at him when the door was slammed at her face. "My towel is inside and my clothes as well," Zhu Rui loudly said as she was banging at the door.

"Wait for 5 minutes," Zhao replied. He had a tiny smile on his lips. "She is getting bolder," Zhao murmured and quickly changed the clothes. Five minutes later, he opened the door and told her to come in. Zhu Rui walked in. "You are a shy husband," she complained as went to the cupboard.

"I have to leave now. See you in the evening. If you want something from market then tell me," Zhao asserted.

"But you have not eaten breakfast," Zhu Rui closed the cupboard and turned to him. "Wait, I will make something for you first. You have to take the medicine as well," Zhu Rui stated as she put her clothes on the bed.

"It's fine. I am good now. I am getting late," Zhao stated.

"But it is 7:30 am," Zhu Rui opined.

"I have to go in a bus. So, it will take time," Zhao replied and walked out of the room. Zhu Rui went after him but she fount he had already left home.

Zhao came to the bus station and waited for the bus there. Five minutes later, a bus came there. There was so much crowd in the bus but he got in along with many other passengers. An hour later, he got down the bus and reached in front of the restaurant named 'The Family' where he used to work in earlier times.

He pushed the door and went in. The restaurant had not changed at all in those years. A smile carved on his lips as he saw the owner standing at the counter, writing something on a notepad.

"Sir," Zhao called out. Deming Yang lifted his head up as he put on the glasses to look at him. "Zhao," Deming called out his name and smiled. Zhao walked to the counter and gave a bow to Deming as he greeted him.

"How are you? You came here after a long time," stated Deming and came out from inside the counter. "Come sit here," Deming told Zhao as he pulled out a chair for him.

They both got seated down on the chairs. "I am good. How are you? The restaurant has not changed at all," stated Zhao, looking around.

"I am good too. Yes, the restaurant has not changed at all. But why did you come here after so many years?" Deming asked Zhao.

"Actually, I want a job here. I have left my father's company," Zhao replied. Deming Yang gazed at him intently.

"But I am not able to give you that much pay. I mean-" Deming paused as he knew the restaurant was a small one and had not that much customers. The reason for that was famous restaurants which opened nearby it.

"I understand. Sir, just take me in. I need a job at this moment," Zhao asserted.

"Okay. Help me out with restaurant's work. I will give you 35000 Yuan a month," Deming stated. Zhao agreed with that and thanked him. Zhao stood up and happily went to the kitchen. He put on the apron and started washing the vegetables.

"Sir, you work alone?" Zhao asked him.

"One more is there. He does the waiter's and delivery's work. I cannot hire more people," Deming asserted.

"Thank you sir for hiring me," Zhao thanked him. "I will make this restaurant grow. This is now my worship place and it needs some innovation at this moment," Zhao thought as he was washing the vegetables.

"Give me the vegetables. I will chop them. Place those banner boards outside," Deming told Zhao as he wore an apron and took the big plastic basket from Zhao's hands. Zhao gave a nod and placed the banner board outside the restaurant. He looked around and found there were indeed quite classy restaurant than this one.

He walked towards one of the restaurants and saw many customers were inside that. "A good marketing we need for our restaurant with a nice interior," Zhao thought as he walked back to the restaurant where he was working.