“I heard that pearl bird beastmen all like to be close to flowers and plants, so from the day you agreed to marry me, I arranged for people to start preparing the garden,” Fan Xia said.

“Thank you.”

“You’re my husband, you don’t need to thank me,” Fan Xia whispered in his ear. It was as if something was teasing his heart, making it tingle.

Without realizing it, he had been led by Fan Xia to the bedroom. On the bedside table was a classic European-style amber table lamp. Small pieces of amber of various shapes and colors were pieced together to form an exquisite and elegant lamp. When lit, it emitted a clear and enchanting amber-like glow.

Birds all like shiny things, and pearl bird beastmen are no exception.

From the moment they entered the room, the entire small Western-style house was decorated with such thoughtful touches. Even the windows at the turn of the stairs were made of colored glass, similar to church rose windows, gorgeous and fantastical as if in a dream.

‘I heard that the general manager of the South District, Miss Fan, prefers simple and elegant styles, and even the furnishings in her home are mainly in natural wood style.’ This was what Rong Xiu heard countless times when he pretended to casually inquire about Fan Xia.

At that time, he was extremely disappointed. Bird beastmen are extremely sensitive to colors, and Fan Xia’s elegant aesthetic must have found him too gaudy.

But now, seeing the exquisite and complex style of the house, his passionate heart was like crackling burning charcoal, wishing he could immediately flap his huge wings and fly up to hide his excitement.

“Rong Xiu, you might feel unfamiliar with me, but I actually fell in love with you a long time ago. It has nothing to do with whether you’re the chairman’s youngest son or not. What I love is the free you on stage. But at that time, you were the focus of everyone’s attention, and I was just a very ordinary audience member below the stage. You probably didn’t see me,” Fan Xia gently held his hand.

Rong Xiu’s heart was trembling, almost crying with excitement.

He had seen her. How could he not have seen her?

He had noticed her from the first day she came to watch the performance.

But at that time, he wasn’t the principal ballet dancer yet. He felt her gaze lingering on the then principal dancer, and his toes became even more tense. He practiced day and night tirelessly, his toes bleeding again and again, squeezing out the original principal’s position, just so her gaze could shift to him.

Look, I am the most excellent one, General Manager Fan, please look at me too.

Now he finally got his wish, she finally saw him.

After marriage, Rong Xiu seemed to have fallen into a dream of marjoram, filled with happiness at all times.

His beloved Fan Xia was a perfect partner, ten thousand times better than any woman in the world. She would tenderly love and comfort him, and even during that kind of thing, she would carefully avoid his fragile wings. Sometimes, when he was overwhelmed with emotion, he would fully spread his wings, white as if covering the sky and earth, feathers falling like Rong Xiu himself, and Fan Xia would gently and lovingly stroke his feathers.

Today Fan Xia left early, and Rong Xiu was strolling in the garden. The garden was large and the scenery was exceptionally beautiful. Many of the flowers planted in the garden were seasonal, and when the season passed, gardeners would remove the old flowers and plant new ones, so that flowers were always in bloom throughout the four seasons.

The servants all said that this was proof of the master’s love for the lord.

Rong Xiu was secretly delighted and cherished it even more. He remembered in his heart every bit of kindness Fan Xia showed him.

She was his perfect wife-master, and he wanted to be her perfect husband.

Only the daytime was too hard to bear. When Fan Xia wasn’t around, Rong Xiu would always uncontrollably think of her.

Estimating the time she would get off work, he would spread his huge wings and sit on the roof of the old Western-style house, looking in the direction Fan Xia would return from.

“The wife-master is coming home a bit late today,” Rong Xiu sat on the edge of the eaves, the evening breeze brushing his bangs, his soft feathers moving with the wind. He gently stroked his feathers, remembering that Fan Xia had once praised that he had the cleanest and most perfect wings in the world, and he cherished them even more.

“The master is back!” the servants said.

A smile bloomed on Rong Xiu’s face as he flapped his wings and landed on the lawn, rushing towards Fan Xia’s car: “Wife-master!”

The car slowly stopped, but the one who got out wasn’t Fan Xia, but a young male peony parrot beastman with light purple-blue wings that looked very beautiful in the approaching night.

The servants all let out exclamations of admiration.

How jarring!

Rong Xiu’s wings opened alertly: “Why are you in my wife-master’s car?”

“Rong Xiu!” Fan Xia got out of the car, and the peony parrot timidly hid behind her, looking very weak and cowardly.

Fan Xia whispered something in his ear, and only then did the peony parrot slightly reveal his head.

“This is Xiao Jin, a peony parrot beastman I picked up on the road. He was abused and ran away, with nowhere to go. His wings were cut and he can’t fly. I felt sorry for him and brought him back, thinking of taking him in for a while, and also to keep you company,” Fan Xia said.

Rong Xiu stared at Xiao Jin with unfriendly eyes. In the dim night, he couldn’t see clearly, but once they entered the house, he found that although the color of his wings was beautiful, they lacked luster. His wings were also shorter than his own, with the flight feathers cut off, turning the bird into a ground chicken. It was evident that his former owner had cut them to restrict his freedom.

Although pitiful, Rong Xiu’s attitude didn’t change much.

Male birds have a natural vigilance against intruders, even if it’s the pitiful Xiao Jin, he was extremely wary.

But Fan Xia insisted on keeping him, and Rong Xiu had no choice.

At dinner, the three of them ate together.

He and Fan Xia sat on one side, while Xiao Jin sat on the other side. Though clearly starving and emaciated, he hesitated to pick up his chopsticks.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Fan Xia asked with concern.

Rong Xiu held his knife and fork, his thoughts complicated.

Xiao Jin shook his head, his pitiful drooping eyes and eyebrows catching Fan Xia’s gaze: “I-I don’t know how to eat. Those people before only gave me pet bird food. I’ve never eaten human food.”

The servants attending behind them covered their hearts, almost crying with sympathy.

“Come, I’ll teach you. Hold the knife and fork like this,” Having heard of Xiao Jin’s experience, Fan Xia felt some sympathy for the young man and became even more patient with him.

“Like this?” Xiao Jin imitated Fan Xia’s actions, finally managing to cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

“Not bad, Xiao Jin. You’re very clever and learn quickly,” Fan Xia praised sincerely.

Xiao Jin smiled sweetly.