Zhu Qianying didn't expect that the old Yan, who used to be so obsessed with his own happiness, could be so considerate. If she said she wasn't moved, she would be lying.
"Alright, I won't massage you anymore. Are you hungry? There's some snacks my mom made in the fridge. We can heat them up in the microwave and eat."
Once Zhu Qianying mentioned it, Yan indeed felt a bit hungry.
"To be honest, I am a bit hungry!"
After about ten minutes, they were sitting in the living room, drinking hot tea and eating hot snacks, casually discussing Zhu Qianying's designs.
"Didn't you say last time that Cheng Ye wanted to send the couple rings you designed for your parent's wedding anniversary to a competition?"
"Yes, but I withdrew them later."
In Zhu Qianying's view, the happiness between husband and wife should not be flaunted, but savored intimately.
