"In Quyang Country, a husband's affection is the cornerstone of a woman's life," Jian Shichu said with a smile as he pinched her cheek, "If you can make your husband forgo work for the company during the day and stay home to dote on his wife instead, that's the wife's skill. With you being so spoiled, how can they not envy you?"
Ye Qingci: "..."
She really couldn't agree with the people of Quyang Country's values.
She had a habit— if she overslept in the afternoon, her mood would sour, and she would feel lethargic and even lose her appetite in the evening.
Jian Shichu knew this habit and took her for a walk around the back mountain.
The back mountain had beautiful scenery and crisp air, with wildflowers everywhere and the fragrance of blossoms in the air, occasionally punctuated by the chirping of birds flying in flocks.
After the walk, Ye Qingci indeed felt much better.
Feeling that the time was about right, the two of them, hand in hand, began to head back.
