Li Xianyun, upon hearing this, instantly understood what Yelu Yan meant. She snorted lightly, knowing well there was no serious talk to be expected from his lips.
Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently run his fingers through her waist-length black hair, over her rounded shoulders, and along her straight back.
Utmost tenderness.
Li Xianyun thought of something, and looking up at Yelu Yan, she said, "Husband, I plan to open a medical clinic in West Market to treat the sick and save lives."
Yelu Yan bent down and kissed the top of her head, "Good, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Is there anything you need me to do?"
He really wanted Li Xianyun to depend on him.
"Not at the moment. But later on, I will likely need your help. Being new here with no foundation, other clinics will surely join forces with the Official Government to edge me out. That's when I will need my husband's help to resolve these issues."
