My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 192 The craftsmanship is getting better and better

Liu Meili's heart skipped a beat as she realized she had misspoke and quickly explained, "President Tan, I misspoke. After the Spring Festival, everything you want to see will happen, there will be absolutely no surprises."

Tan Haoyu was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly and said, "Very well, I believe you won't disappoint me." After saying that, he decisively hung up the phone and casually placed it on the railing beside him.

He looked up at the night sky, his thoughts drifting back to those painful moments. Every scene of Zhu Ziqing's injuries was etched into his heart like a brand. Although he had never mentioned it to Zhu Ziqing, he had never forgotten this hatred.

"Ziqing, I will not let any of those who have hurt you get away with it." Tan Haoyu murmured, his voice filled with determination. "There are many things that I don't need to do personally, but they must pay the price they deserve."

The image of Wan Qingsha's arrogant and domineering face flashed through his mind, and his eyes instantly turned sharp: "Especially Wan Qingsha, hiring someone to kill, humph, does he think he can escape punishment? He's delusional!"

Tan Haoyu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said, word by word, "Anyone who dares to provoke me, no matter who they are, will pay an unbearable price. This is the consequence of being my enemy!"

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, the hustle and bustle at the Tan family's house gradually subsided, and life returned to normal.

During these three days, the Tan family enjoyed precious family time, sitting together to chat and share interesting stories in a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Everyone's face was beaming with smiles, as if all their worries had been left behind.

On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, the entire Tan family got up early, and the servants busied themselves cleaning the rooms in preparation for the arrival of the New Year.

After lunch, Mrs. Tan considerately allowed the servants to go home for the New Year.

"Everyone has worked hard. Go home and reunite with your families soon," said Mrs. Tan with a smile, her tone full of concern.

The servants thanked them gratefully and left.

In previous years, the New Year's Eve dinner was prepared by Mr. and Mrs. Tan themselves, with Tan Xiaoxuan occasionally helping out, while Grandpa Tan and Tan Haoyu each had their own activities and rarely participated.

However, this year is somewhat different.

Zhu Ziqing voluntarily helped Tan's mother busy herself in the kitchen. The two chatted and prepared ingredients together, their laughter filling the air.

Mr. Tan and Mr. Tan were enjoying tea and playing chess in the garden, completely at ease.

Tan Xiaoxuan regained her usual energy, running around the house like a little rabbit, making everyone laugh.

Unlike previous years, Tan Haoyu did not hide in his study to work. Instead, he sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper and looking focused.

Tan Xiaoxuan ran to the living room and saw Tan Haoyu reading a newspaper. She couldn't help but tease him, "Brother, why didn't you go to the study today? Are you worried that your wife is working too hard alone in the kitchen, so you're waiting here?"

Tan Haoyu didn't even look up, and said indifferently, "Stop talking nonsense, sit down properly, or go help in the kitchen."

Tan Xiaoxuan pouted and snatched the newspaper from his hand: "Brother, stop pretending. You're obviously worried about your wife, but you won't admit it!"

Tan Haoyu frowned, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "Tan Xiaoxuan, if you misbehave again, I'll punish you."

Just then, Zhu Ziqing came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly made pearl meatballs. Seeing Tan Haoyu's gloomy face, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? What are you arguing about?"

Tan Xiaoxuan immediately complained, "Sister-in-law, my brother feels sorry for you and doesn't want you to be busy in the kitchen alone, but he's too embarrassed to say so, so he's sulking here!"

Zhu Ziqing paused for a moment, then smiled: "I know Haoyu's feelings. He has always been very considerate."

Tan Haoyu suddenly fell silent, looking at Zhu Ziqing and Tan Xiaoxuan with complicated expressions, feeling a strange sense of separation in his heart.

"The two of them... seem more like a family?" he muttered to himself, but his face remained expressionless.

Zhu Ziqing placed the plate on the table, picked up a pearl meatball, and handed it to Tan Xiaoxuan: "Here, have a taste, how does it taste?"

Tan Xiaoxuan took a bite, and her eyes immediately lit up: "Delicious! Sister-in-law, your cooking is amazing!"

Seeing this, Tan Haoyu couldn't help but educate Xiaoxuan as the eldest brother: "Xiaoxuan, you should have manners when you eat. Don't be so disrespectful."

Tan Xiaoxuan grumbled discontentedly, "Brother, you're too strict! Can't you relax a bit during the New Year?"

After saying that, she put down her chopsticks, turned around and ran to find her grandfather and father to play chess.

After Tan Xiaoxuan left, only Tan Haoyu and Zhu Ziqing remained in the living room.

Zhu Ziqing looked at Tan Haoyu and asked softly, "Haoyu, is something on your mind?"

Tan Haoyu shook his head, his tone indifferent: "No, I just feel... you and Xiaoxuan get along very well."

Zhu Ziqing smiled and sat down next to him: "Xiaoxuan is a lovely child, and I like her very much. Besides, she is also your sister, so of course we should get along well."

Tan Haoyu looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and finally just gave a soft "hmm".

Tan Haoyu sat on the sofa, intently looking at the newspaper in his hand, his slender fingers casually turning the pages, his expression focused and composed.

At this moment, Zhu Ziqing walked over with a smile, carrying a plate of freshly made meatballs. She gently sat down next to Tan Haoyu, picked up a meatball, held it to Tan Haoyu's mouth, and said softly, "Haoyu, try my meatballs. They're fresh out of the pot and smell delicious."

Tan Haoyu put down his newspaper, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Zhu Ziqing, who was smiling broadly. A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he opened his mouth slightly, preparing to bite into the meatball. But just as he was about to take a bite, Zhu Ziqing suddenly and mischievously withdrew her hand, a sly smile on her face, and asked, "Haoyu, are you still angry with me?"

Tan Haoyu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm not angry." He paused, then added, "It's just that seeing you and Tan Xiaoxuan so close makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ziqing's eyes softened even more. She gently put down her chopsticks, took Tan Haoyu's hands in hers, and said earnestly, "Haoyu, I cooked all this so that our family could have a lively and joyful meal together. Isn't that wonderful? The warmth of a family is reflected in these little things."

Looking into Zhu Ziqing's sincere eyes, Tan Haoyu's little bit of emotion instantly vanished. He smiled, nodded, opened his mouth, and took the meatball that Zhu Ziqing handed him.

"Is it delicious?" Zhu Ziqing asked expectantly.

Tan Haoyu nodded as he chewed, "Mmm, delicious. My Ziqing's cooking skills are getting better and better."