"I've got to make a living." Shen Lan didn't lift her head.
"Let's go out. We rarely have free time." Cheng Yanqing made the suggestion, her face revealing no hint of whatever she was plotting.
Only then did Shen Lan look up. She glanced at him, then shook her head and continued to focus on her design work.
Clearly, the mess on the table reflected the chaos within her. Cheng Yanqing pursed his lips. "Let's go clear our heads!"
With that, he hauled her to her feet.
Shen Lan felt harassed, but had no choice but to follow him. As they went downstairs, their neighbors greeted them. It was rare to see her husband and they were curious. After several minutes of pleasantries, the praise was inevitable.
"Oh, I've heard that the Shen family's daughter married well. He's such a suave gentleman."
