Wan Jia laughed at her daughter's adorable look of envy. "Are you jealous of your friend? Come here. Mommy will tell you a bedtime story."
Little Jia rushed over as though scared that if she delayed any longer, her mother would tell the story to Tangtang instead.
That night, Wan Jia stayed with the kids to make sure Tangtang was not uncomfortable. Little Jia was of course happy that her mommy was staying in her room tonight. She smiled even in her dreams.
Tangtang was at ease with Wan Jia next to him. He felt so warm and comfortable that he didn't want to ever wake up.
As for a certain "abandoned consort" in the master bedroom, his expression was not exactly friendly.
How could his wife let him spend the cold night alone, and sleep with another man instead? It didn't matter even if that man was only six!
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