Su Wen, sensitive due to her pregnancy, discovered someone dared to deceive her. She extended her long leg under the table and kicked that person.
Zhou Hengyang, despite being kicked, kept his composure and instead reached out with his left hand, gently holding his wife's hand in his palm.
The man's warm and large hand tightly enveloped his wife's small hand, tenderly stirring her heartstrings. Su Wen's brief annoyance had completely vanished.
He was never one to nitpick.
"Be good, I'll tell you in a bit," Zhou Hengyang whispered beside his wife, his lips close to Su Wen's earlobe.
The warm breath from the man when he spoke gently grazed Su Wen's pale and delicate ears, tinting them with a blush.
Zhou Hengyang felt a surge of warmth. If it weren't for the many people at the dining table, he would have embraced his wife and showered her with affection without hesitation.
Their gazes intertwined, gradually becoming inseparable.
