Quan Jingwu's thin lips curved slightly, and he turned his head to kiss her cheek, "Why is my wife so adorable, hmm?"
Jian Qing glared at him coquettishly before turning around and burying herself in his embrace.
Zhou Qi and the others had hurt her mother, and so many years had passed, yet the old master of the An Family had let them off scot-free, living their lives in ease. How could she swallow this grievance?
Quan Jingwu raised his hand to stroke her smooth long hair, whispering close to her ear, "Do whatever you want, follow your own heart. Don't let regret happen. With me by your side, what are you afraid of, hmm?"
Jian Qing's lips lifted into a slight smile, rubbing against his chest, then looking up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Then can I look at pretty young guys?"
"Hmm?" Quan Jingwu expressed his puzzlement at the term "pretty young guys," his refined eyes looking at her with confusion.
