I bit my lip hard, and only when the bedroom was quiet did I let go of his hand.

In the next moment, I was lifted off the ground, as Gong Li'an moved me aside and quickly got up, saying, "I need to use the bathroom." He then hurried off to the bathroom.

I sat on the ground, listening to the sound of water and Gong Li'an's barely audible movements in the bathroom, a smirk playing on my lips.

Xie Weihuan, how long do you think your husband can last?

Early in the morning, the butler brought over the picnic gear and a change of clothes, picking us up for the camping trip.

There was an awkward tension between Gong Li'an and me, the kind where accidental eye contact made us hastily look away.

Once everything was set up, I took out my phone to browse through the group photos from the parents' group.

"What kind of photo should we take? These family photos are all so intimate, and I can't be in the picture."

Gong Li'an, seeing my dilemma, casually pointed to a photo where faces weren't shown, "How about this one?"

He then seemed to regret his choice, retracting his hand, "You decide."

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The photo he chose featured three hands stacked together; the father's hand at the bottom, then the mother's, and the child's on top. Physical contact was inevitable.

"This one's good; we can adjust our positions," I said, excitedly calling over the joyously playing Gong Jue, "Come here, let's take a picture for your assignment."

With the picnic blanket and snack boxes neatly arranged in the background, I looked at Gong Li'an, who slowly spread his hand.

"A little lower, we can offset it so you don't have to lift it so high," I guided Gong Li'an on the positioning, then spread my hand, hovering a finger's breadth above his.

Gong Li'an's palm was broad and strong, his knuckles pronounced.

My fingers were slender, my skin pale, a stark contrast to Xie Weihuan's elaborate manicures. My hands were unadorned but beautiful.

Together, our hands made a pleasing picture, capturing Gong Li'an's attention for a few extra moments.

Gong Jue, imitating us, placed his hand on top of ours.

"All done!" I withdrew my hand, showing Gong Li'an the photo.

As my hand brushed against his palm, he quickly withdrew it as if scalded, his hand clenching and then resting by his side.

"This photo needs to be posted on social media by a parent, and a screenshot sent to the group. Will you post it, or should your wife?" I asked, knowing the answer.

Xie Weihuan's social media was all about luxury goods, scenic photos, and selfies, never anything about family.

Gong Li'an realized this too and took out his phone, "I'll post it, and you can send the screenshot to the group."

I watched as Gong Li'an posted the new status, a photo without any caption, portraying a happy family outing.

That should suffice. I silently counted the seconds, wondering how long it would take for Xie Weihuan to see it.

In less than a minute, Gong Li'an's phone started vibrating, "Xie Weihuan" flashing on the screen.