When Fu Yanlin arrived home, only the kitchen light was on.
Wen Sheng sat alone at the dining table, lost in thought, not even aware of the moment he approached her from behind.
"Wife?" Fu Yanlin hugged Wen Sheng from behind, his warm lips grazing the back of her ear, moving back and forth.
Wen Sheng snapped out of her reverie and embraced Fu Yanlin's arms, asking softly, "You're back, did everything go smoothly today?"
There had been a lot happening these past few days, involving both the Fu Family and the Jian Family, and Fu Yanlin probably faced some difficulties.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. Don't you trust your husband's ability?" Fu Yanlin lowered his head to kiss Wen Sheng's neck, then her lips, urgently and fiercely.
Every time he returned from the Fu Family, the bad mood he carried could only be soothed by Wen Sheng.
There was one thing Jian Lingyi was right about—no matter how much he resisted, Fu Yanlin always carried that man's blood in his veins.
