Qiao Xiaon'an lifts her head from Yun Mo's shoulder, blinks, and flashes a sweet smile that accentuates her charming dimples. "Can you tell if I'm the slightest bit upset?" she asks.
He looks into her eyes and smiles in relief.
The cool summer breeze outside the car window brushes against her face, ruffling the tendrils of hair beside her ear, which he gently tucks behind her ear.
She goes on, "You have been able to build such a large enterprise, dabbling in various industries and investments, and steadily progressing. You must have principles."
He's pleased that she understands him so well.
She chuckles and continues, "Amo, don't worry. I won't act superior and overbearing in the company just because I'm your wife. I'll abide by the rules and do precisely what a product specialist should do."
He gazes at her, his eyes full of satisfaction and gratitude.
As the old saying goes, with such a wife, what more could a man ask for?
