"And I'm not the only one who's been coming back late these past few days. It's been 17 years. Don't tell me that my coming back late a few times is cause for concern? Don't overthink it. It's really fine."
"Jitong! Do you still see me as your wife?" Zhou Ruxue looked at the stubborn man in front of her with heartache and sadness. Her heart was filled with anxiety.
"Of course!" Pei Jitong could not help but laugh out loud. "I spoiled you so much that you aren't even aware about the minor problems I have to deal with."
"Jitong!"
Zhou Ruxue was so anxious that she was pacing and fidgeting around, but Pei Jitong still refused to say anything. He pulled her to one side and said, "Look, over there are the pastries you like so much. You didn't eat much in the morning, so let's have some now."
"Jitong, you still haven't told me what's wrong yet!"
