That evening, Meng Yunhan had a long conversation with Yun Hao, who held her in his arms, feeling deep sympathy for his wife.
She should have been in school and taking care of the kids, but now the numerous affairs at the factory have her utterly swamped.
Apparently, business at the factory was particularly good during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
His father-in-law told him a lot, a whole lot.
All about his wife, letting him know how utterly remarkable she is.
That's his wife, his pride.
When she woke up the next day, Yunhan looked at the familiar face in front of her, extending her slender fingers to trace every contour on his face.
This was a face she could look at without ever growing tired of it.
"Wifey, are you secretly watching me?" He woke as her little hands messed around on his face.
Meng Yunhan laughed and said, "I'm not watching in secret, I'm staring boldly, wondering how our Ahao is so handsome, my heart is pounding."
