Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 172: My Wife Is Always Right

"But I promised Jacob Jennings last night that I’d get up early to bring porridge to Vincent Vance. Now it seems I’ve become someone who doesn’t keep their word." May Morgan sighed with a hint of annoyance and shot her a somewhat reproachful glance.

As she spoke, May had already brought the bowl of porridge to Vincent’s study. Before she could look up, a pair of large hands quickly took the bowl from her, and a gentle voice came from above: ’Let me do it.’

"Young Master, you came out! Hey, this is the porridge the young mistress personally brought for you, so hurry and eat some?" The servant quickly said a few flattering words when he saw Vincent standing at the door.

A comforting smile appeared on Vincent’s face. As he took the bowl from May’s hands, his other arm wrapped around his delicate wife, bending down to give her a kiss.

Last night he was very angry with her, but now he wasn’t at all. All because of a bowl of porridge. Since she called Jacob Jennings last night to inquire about his whereabouts, he realized he shouldn’t be so petty and angry with his wife.

"Hey, what are you doing, you’re spilling the porridge!" May, feeling embarrassed, tried to block him and then glanced at the servant nearby, signaling Vincent to mind his manners.

"It’s fine, if it spills, I’ll just eat you!" Vincent laughed smugly and deliberately bent down to kiss her soft, pale cheek again.

The servant, seeing the couple getting all lovey-dovey, quickly and awkwardly slipped away down the corridor.

After Vincent led May into the study, he turned and sat her down on a chair while he knelt and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head against her soft abdomen, gently nuzzling her.

"I’m sorry, I was a jerk last night. I apologize now." Thinking of how he banged the table and glared at May last night, Vincent was deeply regretful. May, who had no parents and only him as family, was being rejected and bullied by him. What kind of jerk was he?

Jacob Jennings was right. May could have a bad temper sometimes, but her heart was with him. If it weren’t, she wouldn’t have insisted Jacob go to Crestwood to save him, knowing it was dangerous. If Jacob hadn’t shown up in time, he might have been dead.

Looking down at his sincerely apologetic face, the resentment in May’s heart quickly melted away. Yes, this is how it should be between a husband and wife. Admit when you’re wrong and speak up when something’s bothering you.

"You are a jerk, but I’ll forgive you this time. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?" May’s heart had forgiven Vincent, but she didn’t want to become someone he could easily control, so it was better to say what needed to be said.

Vincent sincerely apologized, so he accepted May’s warning with a smile.

"I won’t. I really won’t. From now on, you and the child are my everything. Whatever I do, you’ll always be my priority." Vincent held May’s small hand, kissed it repeatedly, and swore with determination.

"Then if... one day, if you had to choose between me and the child, who would you choose?" May’s eyes flashed with a complex light as she intentionally asked.

Vincent was stunned, quickly raised his head to look at May, and asked her back: "Why would you ask such a question?"

Could it be... she knows about the terrible nature of the Dragon Insect?

"Oh, it’s nothing. I just read some case studies online about pregnant women giving birth. I saw that many men chose the child when faced with whether to save the mother or the child, so I’m just asking you."

May quickly avoided Vincent’s probing gaze, making up a random excuse to answer him.

Upon hearing this, Vincent smiled in relief. He took May’s hand, placed it on his face, gently caressing it, and said affirmatively to her: ’Not only will that kind of situation not happen, but even if it does, I would definitely choose you. We can still have more children, but there’s only one you.’

"What if, during childbirth, something suddenly happens where if I don’t have the child, we might never have children again, but if I do, I would die? What would you do?"

"Then I’ll save your life and get a vasectomy at the hospital after!"

Vincent understood what May was worried about, so he directly and simply resolved all her doubts with just a few words.

He knew that this silly girl was beating around the bush just to ask if he would find someone else to have a child with if she couldn’t give birth.

This question didn’t even need consideration. If the child isn’t born to the one he loves the most, it would be meaningless. What makes a person human is precisely because they have feelings, emotions, and desires, and marriage is not just about procreation. If it’s only about having children, then how would it differ from an animal?

In this life, he had set his heart on May alone, so regardless of whether she could have children, he accepted her.

"Hmm, guess your emotional intelligence is high." May was naturally satisfied with Vincent’s answer and generously gave him full marks.

She picked up the bowl of porridge Vincent had placed on the table, scooped a spoonful to his lips, ’You’ve been good, so here’s a bite to eat as a reward.’

Vincent smiled helplessly, opened his mouth, and ate it. He was really hungry since he hadn’t eaten a bite all day, having been tricked by Jacob Jennings. The porridge going down truly made Vincent feel much more at ease.

Suddenly, Vincent stood up, scooped May up from the chair with one swift motion, then sat back down with her on his lap.

"The porridge tastes good; can I have some more?" He smiled and kissed her, speaking with an endearing tone.

May glared at him and playfully huffed, tapping the bowl with the spoon, "Why should I feed you just because you say so?"

"Because I’m your husband. If you don’t feed me, I’ll just eat you instead." With that, Vincent deliberately nibbled lightly on her ear, causing May to immediately surrender.

"Alright, alright, I’ll feed you. You’re so annoying."

Rolling her eyes at someone, May helplessly held the porridge bowl, feeding Vincent spoonful by spoonful until the whole bowl was consumed.

"Hey, do you think this makes me seem like your mother?" May proudly waved the spoon as she bragged to Vincent.

Vincent’s expression slightly froze. Mother? His mother had never been so good to him.

"It does, a wife is just a nickname for ’old wife," isn’t it?"

"Pfft, what ’old wife’? It’s ’new bride,’ the ’new old lady,’ get it?"

May, exasperated, pinched someone’s face and protested vehemently.

Faced with such a willful little woman, what could Vincent do besides pamper her?

"Alright, alright, you’re right about everything, my dear wife."