Whether it was her heartfelt words or just flattery, the least Pei Yibai felt upon hearing them was pleasure.
His hand gently caressed Song Weiyi's cheek, a cryptic glimmer appearing in the deep pools of his eyes.
"Of course, I won't let them have another opportunity to hurt you."
To be fair, although Sheng Zhenguo was quite unruly and infamous in A City for his bad reputation, his evident enterprises were managed quite well.
It was clear that he wasn't completely lacking in redeemable qualities; he simply focused on the wrong things.
"I trust my husband," Song Weiyi said sweetly, burying her head into Pei Yibai's chest.
A warm breath mingled with a cool, refreshing scent enveloped her.
Through the shirt was his skin, searing and stirring.
Song Weiyi pressed her face against Pei Yibai's chest, gently rubbing against it.
Pei Yibai's chest was broad and hot, filled with a sense of security and strength; she believed in this man.
