"Hmm!" Third Young Master Jun gave a teasing smile, his fingers caressing her hair, "From now on, my wife must support me."
Ye Lu swatted his hand away in annoyance, thinking the man was never serious. Such a shocking matter, and there he was, putting on such a nonchalant expression.
But deep inside her, she couldn't hide her own shock. If it had been her, she feared she might not be able to let go of everything she had fought so hard to obtain.
Not everyone was capable of such a feat; it was truly remarkable, the way he could just relinquish his grasp so easily—he was truly one-of-a-kind, dazzling!
She looked up at him, and her heart, unable to help itself, skipped a beat.
"Jun Huang, have you really decided?" Jun Guanru's aged face was a mix of shock and loss.
"Yes!" replied Third Young Master Jun, without a hint of regret.
"Why?"
