You Two Sleep Well, Do Your Best!
That heavy punch had once shattered bricks.
Lin Zimo took it straight on—his kidney was probably flattened now.
Gu Qingcheng watched the scene in a panic.
Wang Long's face lit up with excitement. Lin Zimo had made him lose so much face; now he could finally beat him back.
But his glee lasted less than two seconds before freezing solid.
Terror twisted his features next.
For he realized in horror that his vicious punch had landed not on Lin Zimo's body, but on something like a non-Newtonian fluid—yielding to weakness, unyielding to strength.
Lin Zimo's once-soft body had hardened to unbreakable steel in an instant.
And by Newton's third law, his fist throbbed with numbness and pain.
Wang Long stared at Lin Zimo, scalp prickling, body trembling.
This pretty boy's defense was insanely tough! He had to be a martial arts master—leagues beyond him.
Lin Zimo turned back with mountain-like stability, gazing calmly at Wang Long.
"Not bad strength. But that's about it."
With those words, Lin Zimo elegantly lifted his foot again, sending Wang Long flying once more.
He crashed right into two other men struggling to rise.
"Ow! Here we go again!" Wang Long relived the sensation of soaring through the air.
"Ah! Nooo!" the pair shrieked in terror.
The few others on the ground who'd been twitching to move froze flat, not daring to budge.
At that moment—
Gu Qingcheng's high heels clicked rapidly as she rushed over, anxiously checking Lin Zimo. "Lin Zimo, are you okay?"
The bruised and battered thugs watched their goddess fuss over him, feeling like they'd taken a ten-thousand-point critical hit. Their hearts screamed in silent agony.
How is Lin Zimo fine?! We're the ones hurt! Why not check on us?!
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Lin Zimo smiled, warmed by her concern.
Seeing he was truly unharmed, Gu Qingcheng beamed. "Lin Zimo! You're incredible! You took them all down!"
This rented boyfriend's prowess kept exceeding her wildest dreams, surprising her every time.
It made her crave turning the act into reality—making him her true boyfriend!
Twenty-eight years without a thought of marriage, and now she imagined it with him!
She turned to Wang Long.
Thinking she worried for him, Wang Long flashed a fawning lickspittle grin. "Miss Gu, I'm okay. I'm tough..."
But she cut him off coldly. "Young Master Wang!"
"I never imagined the heir of the Wang Family Martial Hall would sneak attack during a spar. I'm truly disappointed! Leave my home—we don't welcome your kind!"
"You—" His sycophantic smile shattered, embarrassment twisting his face. "Gu Qingcheng, for him, you're kicking me out?!"
He shot Lin Zimo a venomous glare.
"Don't regret this! We're out!"
Bruised with panda eyes, Wang Long slunk away miserably, his men in tow.
Gu Qingcheng ignored him entirely, turning to Lin Zimo. "He sneaked up on you. I chased him off for you."
Lin Zimo chuckled.
The onlookers now grasped just how much she favored him.
Gu Zhen had assumed she'd grabbed some random guy to fend off his nagging about marriage.
But seeing her fiercely defend a man for the first time, he knew she'd fallen hard.
Gu Zhen rose, tapping his cane. "The spar ends! Lin Zimo wins. From now on, he's my son-in-law—Gu Qingcheng's man!"
Gazes turned to Lin Zimo, brimming with envy, jealousy, hate.
Lin Zimo just smiled calmly, unflappable.
The group was then led to the dining hall for dinner.
Getting thrashed by Lin Zimo at the Gu home was somewhat soothed by the meal.
Gu Qingcheng escorted Lin Zimo to the main table.
Gu's mother smiled warmly, pouring him tea. "Here, Zimo, have some tea. You must be parched after all that fighting."
The saying rang true: the mother-in-law's eyes shone brighter on her son-in-law the more she saw.
"Thanks, Auntie. I can handle it." Lin Zimo was startled by her enthusiasm.
Gu Qingcheng shot her mother a resentful look. "Mom, your daughter traveled all this way home, and you don't ask if I'm thirsty? Only caring about Lin Zimo."
Not done, she turned to her father. "Dad! Look at Mom—she doesn't care about me anymore... no tea for me..."
Gu Zhen sipped his tea before replying sternly. "You're home. Do we treat you like a guest? Need your mom to pour?"
Gu Qingcheng felt her princess throne crumble to little-bro status. Parental love had vanished.
Oh—wait, not vanished. Transferred. Straight to Lin Zimo.
Lin Zimo caught her aggrieved stare and shook his head with a laugh. "Here, I'll pour for you."
Just a cup of tea, and she brightened instantly. Lin Zimo was the best to her after all.
Gu Zhen watched, increasingly pleased. A man who doted on his wife was a good man.
"Zimo, come—cheers." Gu Zhen grinned, raising his glass.
"Sure thing, Uncle!" Lin Zimo clinked glasses and drank with Gu's father.
Soon Uncle Gu Two and Little Uncle Gu joined in toasting Lin Zimo.
"Kid, you're handsome as hell. Lived half a century, seen all types—first time for someone like you."
The mood was jovial as drinks and dinner flowed.
After several rounds—
Gu's father eyed Lin Zimo. "Zimo, mind a sensitive question?"
Lin Zimo blinked curiously. "Go ahead, Uncle."
Gu glanced at his daughter, then back. "I'm pleased with you. You've been dating Qingcheng a while now—time to think marriage and kids. While we're still kicking, marry up and give us grandkids to hold."
Gu's mother chimed in eagerly. "Exactly! Marry, have babies—as many as come. I'll help watch 'em. My friend's grandkid is such fun."
Lin Zimo, pleasantly buzzed, sobered up fast.
Shocked speechless for a beat.
Good lord!
Marry quick and crank out kids!
Like kids pop out on demand? Several for fun!
Gu Qingcheng's snow-white cheeks flushed crimson. Before Lin Zimo could speak, she jumped in. "Dad! Mom! What are you saying? We've only dated five months—not deep enough yet. Don't rush..."
"Not rush? You're 28! Time's ticking..." Gu's mother shot back.
"Listen, a woman's prime for kids is 23 to 29—recovers best. Start prepping now."
"Mom! You say that at the dinner table?!" Gu Qingcheng wanted to crawl under it.
Her father, tipsy, agreed heartily. "Your mom's right, Qingcheng! Listen to her."
Lin Zimo saw Gu Qingcheng nearly in tears from shame, poking his side desperately under the table.
Lin Zimo! Boyfriend! Say something!
He cleared his throat. "Qingcheng and I aren't deep enough yet."
"Marriage and kids are huge. It's normal for her to think carefully. I promise—when she's ready, I'll marry her."
Reasonable words; her parents couldn't push more.
And hearing his firm vow only made them like their prospective son-in-law more.
Gu Qingcheng lifted her flushed face, gazing at his serious expression. It felt like they were truly dating, pondering marriage and kids.
"Since Zimo says so, we'll give you time to get to know each other."
Gu's mother spoke gently.
"But max half a year. By year's end, marry and start a family."
Her father, boozed up, told Lin Zimo: "Qingcheng works nonstop—keep her in check. Work never ends. Show her life's joys, so you're ready by year's end."
The Gu family was vast; continuing the bloodline was Gu Qingcheng's sacred duty, preserving the name. Her parents took it seriously.
Gu Qingcheng eyed Lin Zimo, heart truly moved by him. "Fine! Half a year to know each other deeply. Company stabilizes, we marry."
Consensus reached; all pleased.
Night had fallen; the party wound down.
Gu's father, thrilled, overdid it and got helped to bed by his wife.
Lin Zimo had drunk plenty, but the system kept him merely tipsy, not sloshed.
The Su-style old mansion looked ancient outside, etched with time, but their courtyard was comfy and modern within.
Gu Qingcheng guided Lin Zimo to the sofa by the round window in the living room—moonlight streamed through.
"Lin Zimo, tonight's moonlight is gorgeous." She sat close, cheeks rosy.
He chuckled softly. "Saying that... are you confessing to me?"
She met his deep eyes, faces inches apart. "Yeah."
Her porcelain, icy beauty glowed; phoenix eyes held a seductive glint, full lips pink and inviting.
"What's your answer?"
Lin Zimo drank in her stunning face, voice low. "I'm your boyfriend right now, aren't I?"
Their gazes locked, the air thick with ambiguity, hearts stirring.
Gu Qingcheng leaned in, lips brushing his—soft, sweet, begging to be kissed.
Just then—
"Daughter!" Gu's mother appeared suddenly.
They sprang apart to sofa's ends, faces burning red.
Missing their fluster, she beckoned Gu Qingcheng. "Qingcheng, come here. Mom wants a word..."
She pulled her daughter to the other side. Seeing Lin Zimo slumped with eyes closed, she assumed him drunk.
Unrestrained, she asked, "Daughter, be honest with Mom—have you and Zimo been intimate?"
She hadn't wanted to pry, but Qingcheng's earlier blush worried her.
Does this son-in-law even work?!
Gu Qingcheng blushed furiously but played cool. "Of course. Work keeps me busy, but when we're together, Lin Zimo's amazing... I changed clothes three times in one day."
Not a lie—she had yesterday.
Seeing her daughter's peachy shy glow, not fake, Gu's mother eyed her belly gently. "Any stir in that tummy?"
Gu Qingcheng bullshitted through gritted teeth. "Mom, we use protection."
"Sigh..." Gu's mother sighed regretfully, then added, "No more after this. Get on the ride first, buy the ticket later—it's inevitable anyway."
"Mom..." Gu Qingcheng cringed, knowing Lin Zimo was right there, sober.
Lin Zimo, pretending to doze for water, froze solid—afraid to move and make it awkward.
Gu's mother was bold.
Gu Qingcheng pivoted. "Mom, later for that. Guest room ready?"
"Why guest room?" her mother puzzled.
"For Lin Zimo! Where else?"
"Sleep together! Haven't you little lovebirds shared a bed? Why separate???"
Gu Qingcheng froze. They'd known each other days—sharing a room too soon?
She was smitten, sure, but not that fast.
At 28, no exes—just solo toys. Cool CEO outside, pure and shy inside.
"Mom... I'm shy."
"Shared a bed already—what's shy? Or... haven't you?"
To dodge suspicion on their "relationship"—
Gu Qingcheng yielded helplessly. "We have. Together it is."
Her mother smiled approvingly. "Then off to bed, you two. Do your best—we've waited ages for a grandkid~~!"
Lin Zimo nearly broke character from shock.
Was he meant to hear that for free?
Gu Qingcheng, mortified and helpless: "Mm, heading to bed now. You too, Mom—late nights hurt your skin."
"True, bad for skin." Satisfied, she left for her room.
Gu Qingcheng helped the "tipsy" Lin Zimo to her room, perching tensely on the sofa.
Like needles pricking her butt.
Company ice queen at work, but home? Spoiled darling.
First time sharing with a man—and mom arranged it.
Bio mom or stepmom?!