When the car drove away, Yue Feng saw through the rearview mirror that Jing Yiren and her husband were still standing at the door.
Lu Ming held Jing Yiren's waist with one hand, while his other hand gently cupped her small face. Lovingly, he planted a kiss on her forehead. The couple then turned back into the house.
"If you really love her, you shouldn't interfere with her happy life. You're just a third party."
Yue Feng's mind replayed the words Shang Haohao had said to him.
Indeed, Jing Yiren was truly living a blissful life now.
Isn't this what he had wanted?
He should find a woman to marry now—he was already thirty years old. The Yue Family couldn't end with him, leaving no heirs...
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Nightfall.
Lu Ming's villa, bedroom.
Jing Yiren came out after her bath, purposefully changing into a sensual lace nightgown.
Last night, she had gotten drunk, and Lu Ming had taken care of her the entire night.
