Only I Understand His Gentle Heart - Chapter 105.2

Lu Zhuofeng tilted his head down to look at Ming Zhu, his tone firm and non-negotiable. “Evening activities are for the evening.”

With that, he grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

Ming Zhu, flustered, responded instinctively, “Meow.”

A second later, she found herself pressed back into the sofa.

Fine, then. If you insist on the “meowing,” you can enjoy an early workout session.

Ming Zhu, “…”

She had only wanted to act a little spoiled to avoid a walk—nothing more!

8 p.m.

Tang Yu returned home late from work, and before he could settle in, Tang Xin thrust her phone at him. “Look! Major Lu cooked dinner for Ming Zhu. Meanwhile, you only cook rice while your little sister delivers prepared side dishes!”

Tang Yu, “…”

Was this a comparison game now?

He glanced at the pictures of the dishes on the screen and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to recreate this entire menu for you?”

“Can you even do it?” Tang Xin asked expectantly. She had been left to fend for herself earlier and, on a whim, ordered from a new takeout place. It was horrendous. After just a few bites, she gave up and spent the rest of the evening daydreaming about sweet and sour ribs like Ming Zhu’s.

“Are you hungry now?” Tang Yu asked, his eyes scanning hers briefly before placing a hand on her stomach. “Feels flat to me.”

“I am hungry!” Tang Xin whined. “The takeout was so bad. It was the worst meal I’ve had in over a year! You have to make me ribs tomorrow to make up for it!”

Tang Yu glanced at his watch—a gift from his “Rich Girl”—and after a moment, he put down his briefcase and grabbed his keys. Taking her hand, he pulled her toward the door. “Let’s go to the supermarket and see if they still have ribs. I’ll save you tonight.”

Goal achieved.

Tang Xin beamed as she slipped on her shoes. “You’re the best, Tang Yu.”

“Call me Daddy Tang.”

“… No.”

At the supermarket, only one pack of ribs remained. Tang Yu and another man reached for it simultaneously. The other guy was quicker and snatched it first. Tang Yu straightened up, ready to negotiate, but before he could speak, Tang Xin stepped in.

“Excuse me, big brother,” she said sweetly. “Are you planning to cook these tonight or tomorrow?”

The man blinked at her. “… Tomorrow at lunch.”

Tang Xin’s eyes sparkled. “Could you let us have them? We’re cooking tonight, and we don’t have anything else to eat…”

Tang Yu, “…”

Turning away slightly, he decided to ignore her tactics. After a moment, he looked at the man and smiled politely. “If my girlfriend doesn’t get to eat ribs tonight, she might break up with me. Would you mind giving them to us?”

Break up?

The man froze, startled. After a brief hesitation, he handed the ribs over without another word.

“Thank you,” Tang Yu said, his tone calm and composed.

Tang Xin, meanwhile, was stunned. Had Tang Yu just ditched his CEO dignity to beg for ribs?

He glanced at her and asked, “What are you staring at? Do we need anything else?” Then, after a pause, he added, “No chips.”

Tang Xin pouted.

She had sworn off chips for a diet and even asked Tang Yu to hold her accountable. Of course, he took it way too seriously, banning her from even buying them.

Fine. No chips. Instead, she grabbed a few packs of cookies and some yogurt.

At the checkout, Tang Xin couldn’t resist teasing him. “Tang Yu, how did you throw away your CEO image just to fight over ribs?”

Tang Yu casually paid for their groceries, carrying the bag in one hand while hooking his other arm around her neck to guide her out of the store. “I didn’t want to risk you waking me up in the middle of the night for midnight snacks. I’m saving us both time.”

“Are you working late tonight?” she asked with a sigh, her earlier excitement dimming. “You’ve been so busy lately…”

“No, I’m not working late. I’m spending the night bothering you.”

“… Ugh, get lost!”

Her face turned bright red. What a shameless rogue!

When they got home, Tang Yu headed straight to the kitchen with the groceries. Tang Xin followed behind him, practically skipping with joy as she watched him roll up his shirt sleeves. “Tang Yu, do you actually know how to cook?”

“Fake it ‘til you make it,” he replied coolly.

Tang Xin, “…”

She should’ve known better than to trust a CEO in the kitchen.

Tang Yu rinsed the pot while she hovered nearby, snapping pictures with her phone. He turned to look at her. “Want me to pose for the camera?”

“Can I post this to my social media?” she asked eagerly.

“If you’re not afraid of the office gossip, go ahead. I don’t mind,” Tang Yu replied with a smirk.

Tang Xin hesitated. How was she supposed to show off her love life without sparking rumors? Then inspiration struck—she could use group settings to block her nosy colleagues! Excited by the idea, she ran to the couch to start editing her post.

Later that evening, after their… harmonious activities, Tang Yu scrolled through her social media. Her post read, “Tang Yu, my big dumb pig trotter, cooked tonight!”

Tang Yu, “…”

🎭 Behind the Curtain with Kliraz!

Ming Zhu’s struggle with being a “proper wife” opens a window into global traditions around marriage and domestic roles. In Chinese culture, 贤妻良母 (virtuous wife and good mother) reflects Confucian values, where a woman’s role centers on family harmony and daily care. Modern women like Ming Zhu challenge this, blending career, independence, and personal choices while navigating family expectations. This balance is universal! (´▽`)

Consider how Italians cherish the brava casalinga, valuing a good cook and family nurturer. Meanwhile, in South Africa, communal family setups can shift responsibilities across generations, with wives often sharing the household load. In Thailand, younger wives in rural areas still follow traditional roles, but in cities, it’s common for both partners to share cooking and childcare duties. What a mix of approaches! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Traditions evolve. Ming Zhu reinterpreting what being a good wife means in the 21st century. Across cultures, the push for personal identity over societal expectations reflects a global trend—progressive yet rooted in respect for history.

Here’s a behavioral nugget, Ming Zhu’s situation showcases self-compassion. She learns to let go of perfection and embrace her version of “good enough.” Practice this yourself by picking one task you want to try, not because you “should.” Burn the cookies? That’s fine—there’s delivery! (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ

So, what’s a family expectation you’ve reshaped to fit your life? Share your stories with me—I can’t wait to hear them! ヾ(＾∇＾)

🌟 A Final Note 🌟

Hi, dear readers! (´▽`)ノ

Thank you so much for sticking with me until the very last chapter of Only I Understand His Gentle Heart! This journey has been an unforgettable one—from the sweetest moments to the tearjerkers—and translating it has been a true labor of love. Every sentence was crafted with the hope that it would carry the magic of the original to you, wherever you are in the world.

Just a little reminder, I’m not the official translator, but an unofficial, dedicated fan sharing this beautiful work so more readers can enjoy it. The rights and creative brilliance belong to the original author and publisher, and this translation is purely a tribute from one fan to another.

I hope this story made you laugh, cry, and feel all the feels, just as it did for me! Thank you for your encouragement and for sharing this journey with me—it’s been a pleasure walking through these pages with you. ヾ(＾∇＾)

So, what’s next on your reading list? Let’s keep the love for great stories alive! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

With all my heart,
Kliraz