Chapter 6 - 6 Chapter 6: He Doesn't Mind Being a Loyal Lapdog

6 Chapter 6: He Doesn’t Mind Being a Loyal Lapdog

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Yigol Novak had thought about it too: whether he or Suri Drew were just using each other.

But it didn’t really matter anymore.

One thing Yigol was certain of was that he could only be low-key in front of others, not in front of Suri. Otherwise, how could she brag about him to others?

If he had a hundred thousand yuan and Suri bragged that he had a hundred thousand, the System wouldn’t give him anything.

Only when it exceeded his current assets would the System reward him.

So, Yigol had to make Suri believe that he was really capable so she could confidently boast about him.

To make Suri think he was capable, he had to perform well in front of her.

As for the eleven buildings, he truly gave them to Suri.

Just like he said, he and Suri were a couple for only one day, so there was no need to be serious.

If they ever separated, Suri, with her personality, wouldn’t want any of his property anyway.

Yigol hopped on his electromobile, found a nearby supermarket, and bought all the necessary tools, vegetables, and staple foods for cooking.

In Suri’s house, not even a single chopstick could be found, let alone anything else. Obviously, she never cooked.

But he could.

If he wanted to build a relationship with Suri, it would start with cooking.

He didn’t mind being a loyal dog; after all, having such a beautiful fairy wife didn’t put him at a loss.

Ignoring such a good-looking wife wouldn’t be pleasing; it would be crazy.

When he got home, Yigol got busy, cooking a total of sixteen dishes – a bit of everything.

Considering that they wouldn’t eat too much, Yigol only made a small portion of each dish.

The whole table of dishes took quite a lot of Yigol’s energy.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he quickly left the kitchen and fetched Suri’s slippers for her to wear.

“My wife is back, you must be so tired!”

Yigol acted naturally.

Suri just stared, dumbfounded.

The same act performed by different people brought about different feelings.

If she still thought of Yigol as just a delivery guy, then his actions would make Suri feel like he was deliberately trying to please her, which she would hate.

Bob Presley had tried to please her as well, but she found it disgusting.

However, now in front of her, Yigol was a man who owned eleven rent-buildings and was very wealthy, but he was humbly doing these intimate things for her.

His actions were so natural, and even calling her “wife” sounded so naturally pleasant.

“Hus…husband, I can do it myself. You can go do your thing,” Suri said. She quickly put on her slippers and hurried back to her room.

Watching her slightly panicked back, Yigol grinned with joy.

“Right on track…” he whispered, returning to the kitchen.

As he busied himself, he sighed inwardly, thinking that people with money were really something, and that being rich would make any action seem right and likable.

For example, if a rich person says something, they’re right.

If a poor person says the same thing, they’ll be looked down upon.

When rich people eat at street stalls, it’s to experience life; when poor people do so, it’s because they only deserve to eat at street stalls.

When Suri entered the house, although she was panicked, she didn’t forget to look above the door, where she had placed a strand of her hair.

Suri was an able woman. As a self-made businesswoman, she was very detail-oriented, especially when it came to safety.

She had made various markings in different areas, but since Yigol moved in, they were all destroyed, which was normal.

However, the strand of hair on her room’s door was still intact, showing that Yigol had never set foot in her room.

This instantly made Suri feel warmer towards Yigol.

He respected her.

Of course, even if Yigol didn’t respect her, she wouldn’t be afraid. The reason she dared to let him move in was that she had enough ability to protect herself.

Suri usually worked out, her favorite activity being kick-boxing.

So, if things got physical, she wasn’t worried at all.

Picking up the fallen strand of hair, Suri sat down at her dressing table and stared at it, thinking about their encounters.

Initially, he was a kind deliveryman, then after coming to her company, he became a domineering and protective husband who casually handed over the contracts for eleven buildings to her.

After that, he was taking care of her just a moment ago.

Suri’s heart raced uncontrollably.

Lost in thought, she forgot about the time until her room’s door was knocked, and she suddenly woke up, feeling her face burning hot.

She struggled to compose herself before opening the door to see Yigol carrying a basin of hot water and a clean white towel.

“I thought you’d feel better after soaking your feet from working all day.”

“These are all new, and I’ve cleaned them once, so they’re clean and hygienic. Here.”

Yigol handed the items to Suri.

“Soak your feet, and I’ll finish preparing the meal.”

Seeing the flush on Suri’s face, Yigol secretly wondered, “Could it be that she’s blushing because she’s thinking of me?”

With Yigol’s consideration, Suri was once again touched.

She took the basin and towel he handed her, lowered her head, and quietly said, “Husband, can you…come in? I have something I want to talk to you about.”

Yigol’s heart raced, wondering if things were moving too fast.

Since his wife invited him, he wouldn’t be polite. He followed Suri into the room.

Yigol knew that girls had their own private spaces and wouldn’t let anyone close unless they were truly intimate.

The fact that Suri let him into her room showed that she had accepted him in her heart.

Her room was similar to the outside, with pink bed sheets and blankets, a white wardrobe, and a dressing table.

What was more striking was the table and bookshelf by the window, filled with books.

It wasn’t hard to see that she was a workaholic.

Other than that, her life was truly simple.

After Suri sat down, Yigol naturally squatted down to wash her feet.

As soon as he started, Suri’s heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She wanted to refuse, but couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

Nothing felt unnatural to Yigol, and having such a beautiful fairy wife was a reason to win her heart, so he didn’t mind washing her feet.

“Husband, can you tell me about your parents?” Suri asked softly.

Yigol was overjoyed that Suri was proactively inquiring about his family, taking it as a sign of her interest in him.

With a faint smile, Yigol replied, “My parents are farmers.”