The next morning dawned bright and sunny.
Although summer had passed and it was now autumn, the weather had turned a bit chilly.
After getting out of bed, Chu Mo took Ling Yajing's hand and they went out for breakfast.
After all, there was no other food left in the fridge.
At first, Ling Yajing disliked Chu Mo, but as their feelings for each other deepened and they eventually got married,
Ling Yajing's heart and soul completely belonged to Chu Mo. Before, she used to be afraid of others seeing them together, fearing they would mistakenly assume Chu Mo was her husband.
But after experiencing everything together, Ling Yajing now hoped that everyone knew about her relationship with Chu Mo.
And now, money, status, reputation, and so forth, all seemed insignificant.
"What would you like to eat, my wife?" Chu Mo asked with a smile while sitting in the driver's seat.
