Mr. Yan

He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


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How could she possibly sleep in times like these?

She wouldn't be able to have peace of mind until Mother Zhuang was found.

Every time she closed her eyes, she would see her mother's gentle smile, followed by her look of fear and trepidation.

Zhuang Nainai pursed her lips but didn't say anything. She closed her eyes, and her thoughts ran wild.

Could she have recalled the car accident that had happened five years ago after seeing Ding Mengya? Was that why she had been so agitated?

As she thought about this, Zhuang Nainai felt a dull throbbing in her heart again.

At that moment, a pair of large, warm hands started massaging her head. She felt the warmth from the fingertips being transmitted onto her scalp, and suddenly, her full attention was directed to her scalp.

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