When Song Xiuluan called Fu Yisheng, he was still working overtime.
Having finished a busy day of work, he massaged his sore shoulders and neck, stretched his arms, took out a small jewelry box from the drawer, and put it into his pocket before driving home.
Even though they were married, he still liked to give his wife small surprises from time to time.
It was ten o'clock at night, and Lu Qingqing had already taken a brief nap. Waking up hungry, she got up to have a late-night snack. Seeing her husband's figure, she cheerfully waved her free left hand at him, her eyes curved into crescents, instantly becoming sweet as she called out, "Husband, come and eat with me!"
Seeing her sweet and tender smile, Fu Yisheng's fatigue disappeared completely.
He handed his briefcase to the butler, then squatted beside Lu Qingqing, pressing his ear against her abdomen, his face emanating infinite tenderness, "Baby, tell Daddy, did you behave and listen to Mommy today?"
