The day they moved to the new house, Wen Sheng was at work.
Zhu Qingjia didn't ask her to lift a finger; she directed others to set up the house, called housekeepers from the Jiang family to clean it up, sent someone to the hotel to retrieve Wen Sheng's personal items and brought them home, and even bought her favorite sunflowers and put them in a vase on the countertop of the western kitchen. The setting sun shone through the kitchen blinds, hitting the vase and creating a perfect light and shadow effect.
Zhu Qingjia thought, Sheng Bao would surely love it.
By the time Wen Sheng got off work and returned home, everything was perfect.
Zhu Qingjia held a bouquet of flowers and hugged her, "Congratulations, Sister Sheng, you finally have your own home."
Wen Sheng was so touched that her eyes shimmered, and she was speechless. She could only hug Zhu Qingjia tighter.
After their intimate moment, they laid face masks on the carpet in the living room and chatted.
