“…Ugh, why not?” Yin Tianyu’s dissatisfied pout broke him out of his daze.

He collected himself, realizing he had missed what his wife had said, and quickly forced a apologetic smile. “Can you say that again?”

She stared at him thoughtfully for two seconds, her gaze dimming slightly before brightening again. “I said, how about we find a little pub tonight and experience the local life?”

“A pub?” How many drunken men would flirt with his wife there? He frowned, and the words of refusal rolled back down his throat when he met her hopeful smile. “Sure, but you have to stay close to me.”

“Why?” She was puzzled.

Did she really need to ask? He shot her a look. “I don’t want some Italian man whisking my wife away.”

She gasped. “What did you say?”

“I said I don’t want my wife—”

“You don’t need to say anymore!” She quickly covered his lips with her delicate hand. “You always talk nonsense.”

He pulled her hand down and leisurely enjoyed the rosy hue that had returned to her cheeks. How could there be such an easily embarrassed woman?

Lu Bochun couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you laughing at?” She glared at him playfully.

“Do you really want me to explain?” He teased, implying that such an explanation might embarrass her even more.

Yin Tianyu’s cheeks flushed even more. “No need, I won’t listen even if you say it.” With that, she spun around lightly and left the room first.

He followed with a smile, wrapping his arm around her and together they stepped into the dusk of Rome.

In the twilight, everything appeared hazy and alluring, with a romantic ambiance. Even the people seemed to become more beautiful against the dimming colors.

Along the way, Yin Tianyu caught the attention of more than one man; some even disregarded the fact that a protective companion was standing next to her and openly flashed her warm smiles.

No wonder people said Italian men have a way of making women feel incredibly charming; that saying was truly not unfounded!

Yin Tianyu thought lightly, feeling as if her steps floated along with her thoughts.

A handsome, blonde Italian man walked by, winking playfully at her. She blinked back in confusion and absentmindedly looked back, following his tall figure with her gaze.

“What are you doing?” An annoyed voice suddenly drifted to her ears, a large hand covering her head, forcibly turning her lost gaze back.

“Ah.” She exclaimed, coming back to her senses and raising her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Still asking?” He glared at her. “What were you just looking at?”

“Me?” Her face flushed as she realized she had been staring at the handsome man. “Nothing.” She feigned ignorance, feeling guilty.

“Do you like that type?”

“What type? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She continued to pretend.

“That man from just now!” He ground his teeth. “You didn’t just steal his heart, did you?”

“Of course not!” She quickly denied. “He just greeted me, and it would be rude not to acknowledge him. So… I just…” It was just a glance!

She lowered her eyes, cautiously peering at him from beneath her eyelashes.

He stiffened his expression. “With so many handsome men paying you compliments, you must be feeling quite pleased, right?”

She looked at her husband’s tightly knitted brows in surprise and suddenly thought, “Are you jealous?” Could that really be?

“I’m jealous?!” He exclaimed, his eyes swirling with a peculiar light, seemingly shocked by her conclusion. After a moment, he roughly denied, “I’m not jealous.”

Then what was it?

Wasn’t the muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth a sign of suppressed jealousy? Didn’t the occasional glances he shot at the men on the side of the road suggest his annoyance?

He was jealous. Yin Tianyu concluded with certainty, her heart soaring. But why?

Because he didn’t like other men lusting after his wife? It was probably that male possessiveness that didn’t allow others to covet what belonged to him.

Even if that was the case, she was happy.

Because it meant he considered her “his.”

“I’m not jealous,” he insisted again.

That’s strange. She chuckled, playfully glancing at him.

“You’re so stingy. In Taiwan, it’s always you who accepts the admiring gazes of women; occasionally, I just want to enjoy it too. Besides, they aren’t really interested in me; they just see an Eastern woman and habitually want to greet me. I’m not even that pretty.” By the end of her sentence, her voice became soft.

“You’re definitely pretty.” He frowned and glared at her, seeming quite displeased that she belittled herself like that.

A lie. But she loved hearing it.

“I’m too tall.”

“Standing next to me is just right.”

“My figure isn’t good.”

“Where is it not good?” He examined her and concluded, “You have a perfect figure.”

“I have single eyelids.”

“Hasn’t anyone told you that girls with single eyelids have a unique Eastern charm?”

She chuckled, shooting him a look that said, “Only you would say that.”

“My nose is too high.”

“I’ve never heard of anyone complaining about having a high nose.”

“I can’t compare to Li Xiangsi.”

Yin Tianyu choked, hurriedly dragging back the words that almost slipped out. She took a deep breath, still smiling sweetly.

“Deputy Lu is eloquent; I, a small woman, bow to you.”

“I’m speaking from the heart,” he said seriously.

Perhaps, but he had also told too many lies.

She sighed quietly, her gaze on him still playful and sparkling like stars. “Do you dare swear at the ‘Mouth of Truth’?”

The “Mouth of Truth” is a popular tourist landmark in Rome, a marble slab embedded in the church’s porch, featuring a fearsome face. Romans believe that the mouth on the face represents divine judgment, and liars who put their hands in it will have their hand bitten off by its fangs.

Of course, Lu Bochun had heard of this legend.

“Of course I dare; what’s there to be afraid of?” He declared confidently.

“Aren’t you afraid of having your hand bitten off?”

He shrugged, wrapped his arms around her, and teased with a smile. “Then you’d be in trouble, having to take care of a one-armed husband.”

She nestled against his warm chest, feeling both sweet and slightly bittersweet.

Why could he joke with her so casually? He was clearly thinking of another woman!

Sometimes, she really wanted to protest to him: if he didn’t love her, then he shouldn’t be so gentle with her.

She tilted her face, looking directly at him. “No wonder those old-timers in the party like you so much.”