Murong Mian lowered her head and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry. Even if you don't want her money, your husband can still make you a rich wife."
Ji Mianmian's eyes were bright and the smile on her lips made her face look as cute as a sunflower that would never wither. It was always full of energy and life.
"Sure, sure. My husband is the best anyway."
Murong Mian could not help but stop. She held Ji Mianmian's face and lowered her head to kiss her.
This little face made him feel like he was being seduced at all times.
He was so lucky to have the brightest ray of sunlight in the world.
Madam Murong ran out and saw the two people kissing in the dark.
……
Soon, the day of Murong Zhihong's burial arrived.
According to the customs of the country, his grave had been checked by a Feng Shui Master, who had found a place in the ancestral grave of the Murong family that was said to be good.
