"Haha, he's lucky to have a wife like you who trusts him so much," Qin Lang said, his words tinged with jealousy.
Why is a woman like her always someone else's?
"That's right, marrying me is his fortune," Luo Qingli said smugly.
After speaking, she realized saying such things in front of Qin Lang might not be appropriate. "You brought it up first, so don't blame me for saying something that might hurt you."
"It's fine! I'm already grateful if you don't hate me," Qin Lang continued sipping his red wine. Lately, he had developed quite a knack for drinking.
His life was actually quite simple now, going to the company and then returning home. At home, there was no one to cook for him, so he had to cook and eat alone, which he really didn't want to do.
So, he used to just know that he had feelings for Luo Qingli he shouldn't have. But now, he wanted to have her.
He also hoped his home wouldn't be cold and lifeless but filled with warmth.
