Wei Anning looked at the man right in front of her. Truthfully, she still felt a bit upset inside, but she worked hard to make herself learn to let go, learn to be more accepting of him. She thought, that must be love.
If, between the two of them, one must give a little more to make this love last longer, then she needed to learn to become a radiant woman—not spoiled, not pretentious—but someone who does what she believes is most worthwhile.
"Then swear, you're not allowed to treat me that way again in the future."
Leng Youchen cheerfully raised his hand, showing three fingers, and solemnly swore: "I swear, from now on, I'll be gentler and more considerate to my wife. I won't throw tantrums or be jealous for no reason."
Wei Anning was amused by his serious expression and smiled lightly, "Oh, so you are aware, huh? You made me completely lose face in front of Nan Fei!"
She tapped him with the tip of her toe, her playful movements carrying a touch of girlish awkwardness.
