As he pondered, Mu Qian suddenly pulled Wen Jiaren into his embrace, his long fingers lifting her chin, locking eyes with her, their breaths mingling. "Listen to me, it's not just that I want to have a son with you. I want your whole life. Is that clear enough?"
Wen Jiaren swallowed hard. Oh my god, at such a close distance, her heart was about to explode, and the way he was saying such domineering words of love—so incredibly handsome, her face turned red as she stammered, "This...this...is possible!"
Wen Jiaren's response was a big surprise for Mu Qian. "You better remember what you said today."
Wen Jiaren was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay... I will remember."
Wen Jiaren thought it over from all sides—since she believed herself to be Wen Laibao, Mu Xiao's mother, Mu Qian's wife, why should she be so pretentious anymore? It's so meaningless, right?
A husband so handsome, how could she possibly just "ignore" him? What a pity, right?
