In the afternoon at home, Mu Yan lay on the sofa in the study reading comics, having nothing else to do.
The comic she followed years ago is finally nearing its end, and now she finally has the time to catch up.
Jiang Jingheng was handling business in the study, the peaceful atmosphere tinged with a subtle warmth.
After who knows how long, Mu Yan felt a bit thirsty. She got up to pour some water, only to find a glass of freshly squeezed juice on the coffee table.
When had this been placed here? How did she not notice it?
She glanced at Jiang Jingheng. He was staring at his computer, his expression as usual, cool and composed.
She picked up the juice and took a sip, finding it just right with its sweet and sour taste.
She got up and walked over, saying, "Hubby, I can't finish it."
Jiang Jingheng looked up at her, seeing the glass was still more than half full, and asked, "Not good?"
Mu Yan pursed her lips, saying nothing, maintaining the previous posture with her hand.
