Rebirth: Daily Face Slaps - Chapter 227

Sun Weiqi soaked in a hot bath, feeling as if he had consumed a revitalizing elixir. Every pore in his body felt refreshed and relaxed.

The previous tension and exhaustion vanished instantly, along with the pressures that had been creeping up on him.

Lin Mengting walked to the bathroom and threw Sun Weiqi’s dirty clothes into the dry cleaner, pressing the auto-clean button. When she came out, she saw Sun Weiqi lying on the sofa with a satisfied look on his face.

Despite this, a faint trace of fatigue and weariness was still visible.

This man was the epitome of overworking himself while refusing to let others worry about him.

While a bath could soothe muscles and relieve stress, it couldn’t erase the dark circles and bloodshot eyes from the strain of his busy schedule.

Lin Mengting shook her head and walked to the kitchen, bringing out the sweet soup she had prepared while Sun Weiqi was bathing.

“Drink this quickly, and then go to sleep.”

“Tingting, I haven’t seen you for so long. I want to talk to you,” Sun Weiqi said, pursing his lips. Sweet soup was usually for children and women. Since when did a man like him need to drink it?

Lin Mengting glanced at him sideways, unimpressed. “You can drink while talking.”

His plan to avoid it was foiled.

Under Lin Mengting’s “threatening” gaze, Sun Weiqi, like a pitiful lamb, slowly lowered his head, picked up the large bowl, and gave her a resentful look before downing the sweet soup in one gulp.

Slowly sipping like a refined gentleman? Not his style at all. He was a “big gulps of wine, big bites of meat” kind of guy.

“Good boy!” Lin Mengting said, stifling a laugh as she patted his head.

“Tingting…” Sun Weiqi’s eyes lit up with joy, “Did you agree? That’s great!”

What was a mere three days and nights of no sleep? If it meant he could chat with Lin Mengting all night, he could handle another three days and nights without sleep.

“You’re overthinking it,” Lin Mengting said slowly. Before Sun Weiqi could react, she stood up and glared at him. “Go to bed now.”

“Tingting, it’s been two months and three days since we last saw each other…” Sun Weiqi said with deep emotion, his eyes occasionally showing signs of grievance, helplessness, and frustration.

This performance was quite something.

It didn’t fit Sun Weiqi’s usual stoic and reserved persona at all. It seemed that men, especially those in love, often said and did things that left others speechless.

Being mesmerized by a “siren” was no different.

But calling herself a siren? That would be absurd!

Lin Mengting dismissed these odd thoughts and kept her expression unchanged. “Bed here or bed in a hotel?”

Two choices, pick one.

With no other option, Sun Weiqi could only watch as Lin Mengting firmly shut the bedroom door. Feeling downcast, he retreated to the guest room that Lin Mengting had prepared for him.

If her bedroom was an “underwater paradise,” then the guest room was a “sky paradise,” with shades of blue and white clouds intertwining, creating a serene and relaxing atmosphere that quickly lulled him to sleep.

The soft bed and fresh, sun-scented linens were utterly inviting.

One night passed without dreams.

The next morning, Sun Weiqi woke up and glanced around the dim room. He picked up the clock beside him and saw that it was already half-past eight. This realization hit him like a splash of cold water, jolting him awake.

In an instant, he leaped out of bed.

Never would he have imagined, given his usual 5 AM wake-up for training, that he would sleep this late.

Perhaps the recent nonstop missions had exhausted him physically and mentally. Or maybe being in a room next to Lin Mengting had made him feel so relaxed that he let his guard down.

Whatever the reason, he felt incredibly refreshed.

He felt as if love had rejuvenated him.

With these thoughts, Sun Weiqi opened the door.

He saw Lin Mengting bathed in sunlight, leaning on the sofa with an almost ethereal aura. When she heard the door, she turned and smiled warmly at him, exuding a vibrant, down-to-earth charm.

“Awake?” Lin Mengting said with a smile. “Breakfast is in the kitchen. Help yourself.”

“Alright,” Sun Weiqi responded instinctively and headed to the kitchen.

This cozy domestic feeling made him wish he could stay in it forever.

The breakfast included a steamer of soup dumplings, a plate of fried dumplings, and a large pot of preserved egg and lean meat congee.

There were also dishes of cold mixed vegetables and smashed cucumbers.

It was a hearty and nutritious meal, filled with all his favorite foods.

“Tingting, you went through a lot of trouble,” he said, wondering how long she had been up preparing this feast.

“I’m not picky. Next time, you can just order takeout. No need to get up so early. It’s the weekend. You should sleep in or do something else.”

A wife isn’t meant to serve like an old-time master but should be cherished and pampered.

Lin Mengting tilted her head and asked, “Does it taste good?”

“Delicious,” Sun Weiqi replied without hesitation. Until today, he hadn’t realized she had such incredible cooking skills.

Wasn’t it said that modern girls were often too pampered to do housework?