Chapter 210 The Ruthless Patriarch 19 (2/2)

When Pei Mozhi changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom with a deliberately composed demeanor, he only saw the little lazy pig sleeping again.

When Zixi woke up again, she was already sitting in a chair in the restaurant.

Pei Mozhi was standing with his back to her in front of the bright, open kitchen island, his well-defined knuckles carefully placing the delicate xiaolongbao from the takeout box into a clean white bone china dish.

He wore a neatly pressed charcoal gray shirt, the sleeves rolled up meticulously to his forearms, the morning light outlining his tall and slightly thin profile.

He turned around when he heard footsteps.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, calm and unmoved, as if nothing had happened in the bathroom.

"Princess, are you awake? The almond tea is warm, and the steamed buns are still hot."

He gestured to an exquisite thermos next to him, and his voice returned to its usual deep and steady tone.

Zi Xi pulled out a high chair and sat down, taking the chopsticks he offered.

His fingertips touched, and his movements were natural and fluid, without a trace of deliberate pausing.

The fresh aroma of crab roe and the tender texture of the thin skin melted on her tongue, while the warm almond tea slid down her throat, strangely soothing the tension that lingered in her heart.

The two ate breakfast quietly, with only the occasional soft sound of cutlery hitting the porcelain plate.

It wasn't until Zixi put down her chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth that she finally understood.

"Anywhere you'd like to go this weekend?"

Pei Mozhi looked up at her, his gaze focused.

He asked casually, but his fingertips unconsciously tapped lightly on the edge of the smooth island counter, revealing a subtle expectation.

Zi Xi picked up the warm almond tea, lowered her eyes to watch the steam rising from the rim of the cup, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes.

"I heard... there's a pretty big anime and game expo at the convention center?"

She seemed to be thinking seriously, and after a moment she raised her eyes, her clear gaze meeting his.

Pei Mozhi's eyes lit up almost imperceptibly, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips, as if he could already see his wife Xiangxiang wearing those cute and sexy cosplay outfits.

"Want to go cosplay?"

"Or...should we go check out the surrounding area?"

"Or rather, you don't actually want to go see those wild men, do you?"

He put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and fixed his gaze on her.

"Hmm... I'm tempted to try them all."

"What do you mean by manly? I just want to go and see. But isn't it a bit awkward for someone my age to wear cosplay?"

Zi Xi's gaze flickered for a moment, her fingertips gently tracing circles on the warm cup, a hint of uncertain shyness in her eyes, and a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"Sure, arrange it for our baby."

Pei Mozhi made a phone call to his assistant Zhang, who was on his honeymoon, and asked him to make preparations.

Assistant Zhang: Are you being polite?

He can now almost picture her wearing those glamorous or cute character costumes.

But he doesn't like outsiders to see these beautiful things.

A strong desire to display her unique beauty to himself, or even only to him, and to possess and admire it exclusively.

"good."

"I'll arrange it."

His answer was without hesitation, deep and resolute, carrying an undeniable sense of control.

Pei Mozhi's efficiency was astonishing. He seemed to have used channels and connections that Zi Xi could hardly imagine, and directly bought the top cosplay costume studio in the country for a year.

The spacious and bright reception room was temporarily converted into a studio.

In front of the huge floor-length mirror, clothes racks were filled with a dazzling array of exquisite garments, from gorgeous and elaborate European court dresses to flowing and graceful ancient-style fantasy costumes, there was something for everyone.

Several designers surrounded Zixi, holding measuring tapes and various fabric samples, discussing in hushed tones, their eyes filled with undisguised amazement and enthusiasm.