So, Shang Pinhao still grudgingly pressed his thin lips together and managed to say these two words aloud.
"You're welcome."
Knowing Shang Pinhao's personality, hearing him utter these two words was no small feat. The curve of Gu Jingchen's lips began to widen. To be honest, his heart felt remarkably satisfied—proof that Shang Pinhao had acknowledged his efforts. As a future brother-in-law, Gu Jingchen felt faintly smug; clearly, he was one step closer to being accepted as the Shang Family's future son-in-law.
Though the handsome older man's complexion remained pale, his deep black eyes started to glimmer with excitement. Brazenly shameless, his mind had already skipped ahead to the wedding night—to the romantic image of that moment. Yes, the wedding night scene. His desire for his beloved little woman had propelled him past the part where he earned the legitimacy of marriage, straight to the intoxicating allure of warm red silk curtains on their nuptial night...
