"So his standards are that high? Where did the child come from?" Cheng Yujie inquired.
"I'm not sure about that, but the president's child is very cute and fond of Miss An. Miss An is especially fond of him too," Mrs. Wang said earnestly, hoping to dispel the mother-in-law's doubts.
But Cheng Yujie had another thought.
...
An Ning was in a rush to get up.
Yu Jingchen held her down, not letting her get up. "Stay down a bit longer."
He felt so comfortable holding her that he was reluctant to let go.
An Ning was so anxious she didn't dare to move, fearing that she'd mess up the whole table
"Lie down, I'll take care of it later," he commanded.
An Ning's face flushed again. The uncle was the best at this - after spending the night together, she would be too exhausted to even think about getting up to bathe.
He would wipe her down with a warm towel, and then all she needed to do was have a comfortable sleep.
