Mr. Jiang Jinchen, who had never soiled his hands with housework, one day found himself compelled to cook.
If it wasn't for her...
"Whether you feel pressured by me or not, I can see it, Yaya. Is being with me placing too much pressure on you, or have I not given you enough sense of security?" Jiang Jinchen extended his hand to draw her into his embrace.
"I've never thought much of Mr. Jiang. To put it bluntly, I'm nothing but a rice weevil living off my ancestors' shade. What kind of pressure can someone like Jiang Jinchen put on you?"
"You're not," Ning Yanan countered instinctively.
At first, that's what she believed and even looked down on him for it.
But once she really got to know him, she realized that Jiang Jinchen was many times stronger than the frivolous image he showed to the world.
