In the afternoon, Wei Anning and Leng Youchen returned to Di'ao Group. Leng Youchen dealt with official matters, while she sat on the sofa reviewing her lessons. The two of them rarely spent time together like this, and each occasional exchange of glances was filled with love and tender affection.
Wei Anning felt as though she had eaten honey in her heart, sweet all afternoon, and without realizing it, she even exceeded the day's planned review content. She thought it must be because of Leng Youchen's overflowing "husband power"—the highlighted words were like the man himself, a delight to behold.
She yawned, seeing Leng Youchen on the phone, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. Leaning on the sofa, with her hands cupping her face, she became unwittingly mesmerized by the view.
A man who works diligently is indeed so handsome, brimming with charm, and perfect from every angle without a single flaw.
Thinking of how this man now belonged to her, she couldn't help but swoon.
