Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Zachary explained to Tatum that the scheming old man, Labby, was trying to seize the Ormond family's property and claim it as his own. Labby lacked any legitimate inheritance rights within his family-no recognition as the family head, no tokens, no totems. Just ambition and greed. "Brother," Tatum said, "I don't have any clever advice for you. Like Big Brother said, we trust

Grandma. As long as you follow her instructions, you won't come out on the losing end. We're past the age of being disciplined by Grandma only to end up worse off."

Growing up, they'd frequently find themselves at a loss after being corrected by their grandparents, who would scold them for lacking the skills, planning, or insight needed to make things work. It was a harsh lesson in humility. Tatum added, "I'll grab a few more hours of sleep before I get up to work out and make breakfast for Elora."

Evan nodded. "Alright. Get some rest, but don't overdo it."

Tatum smiled. "I'm not overworked. I enjoy this."

Evan chuckled. "As long as you're in the kitchen, you wouldn't care if the sky came crashing down."

but envy Tatum's passion. He was doing what he loved-cooking-and deepening his bond with his fiancée

ceiling for a while. Eventually, he set his phone on the nightstand, turned

X, started his day

to get out of bed. Like most kids, he hated waking up early for school but had no problem springing out of bed on weekends. Tatum kept his routine simple two laps around the yard, enough to stay active but not overexert

paths with other members of the Ormond family's staff. They'd greet

freezing, and you're still out here running

off. "Running keeps me warm.

few words with the staff,

finish until ten at night. Some positions required rotating shifts, ensuring the household ran smoothly