Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Pili squinted its eyes delightfully, enjoying her touch as it snuggled its sturdy body against her.

Auntie Lee awkwardly explained to Jian Yufei, “Miss Jian, in fact, Pili was a birthday gift that Miss Yan gave to our young master when he turned eighteen.”

“Oh,” Jian Yufei replied lightly, without any significant response.

Mistaking her apathy for displeasure, Auntie Lee added, “When everyone believed Miss Yan had died, even Pili was aware of Miss Yan’s ‘death’. Pili refused to eat or drink and almost died. During that time, our young master was too busy to take care of it, so he gave Pili to a dog-loving friend to take care of it. This arrangement lasted for several years.”

As soon as Auntie Lee’s voice trailed off, Yan Yue suddenly turned to look at them.

Her gaze was fixed on Jian Yufei, her mouth forming a proud and boastful smile.

She was flaunting how close her relationship with Pili was.

Jian Yufei almost laughed. Proud of having a good relationship with a dog? Seriously?

Yan Yue approached them, and asked Auntie Lee authoritatively, “When did you bring Pili back?”

“Just a few days ago.”

“Did Ling personally bring it back?”

“Yes.”

Yan Yue’s smile deepened a little more, “Auntie Lee, please take good care of Pili and don’t let it get bullied.”

Auntie Lee was speechless. Who dared to bully Pili? It would be good if it didn’t scare people off itself.

Jian Yufei naturally understood that Yan Yue was worried she might harm Pili.

She was speechless. Only a woman like her would assume that everyone is always plotting to hurt others, right?

Jian Yufei had had enough of Yan Yue’s—figuratively— disgusting face. She turned around and walked back to the living room, not wanting to face her anymore.

Yan Yue ‘hmmphed’, watching her go, then returned to Pili to whisper to the dog.

When Ruan Tianling returned, Auntie Lee immediately told him about Yan Yue’s visit.

“Did she say anything?” Ruan Tianling asked, casually.

Aunt Lee did not dare to gossip about Yan Yue; after all, she was clueless about how the young master felt about Miss Yan.

“She didn’t say much but she played with Pili for a while before she left.”

Ruan Tianling simply nodded, offering no comment.

“And Jian Yufei?”

“Miss Jian is resting upstairs.”

Ruan Tianling headed upstairs in long strides. As he opened the door to their bedroom, he saw Jian Yufei sitting on the couch knitting something.

He sat down beside her, watched her hands for a while, then asked, “What is this? A scarf for me?”

“…”

“I remember you promised to knit a scarf for me.”

Jian Yufei looked puzzled and Ruan Tianling, with a stern look, said, “Don’t tell me you forgot!”

“When did I promise you?”

“Before grandfather’s birthday last year.”

Jian Yufei finally remembered. She had knitted a scarf as a birthday gift for her grandfather. Ruan Tianling also asked her to knit one for him.

But at that time, he didn’t specifically ask her to knit for him, so she just played dumb and pretended not to understand his intentions.

Lowering her eyes, she continued to knit, “I don’t remember making a promise.”

“Jian Yufei, are you trying to back out?”

“Who’s backing out?”

“You clearly promised me!” Ruan Tianling persisted. He was adamant that her agreeing in his memory meant that she had made a promise.