Xia Jing didn't know why she returned home this time; somehow, she felt as if Zhentian had transformed into another person. He had never done any housework before, believing that those who did housework were always the most foolish women. He thought he had a husband who adored her and allowed her to act wilfully, without worrying about who should do the housework. All he wanted was a safe and stable life.
Just as Zhang Zhentian had said, his wife didn't need to do anything. She only needed to sit there and look after herself, and him doing everything was enough to spoil her to the heavens.
