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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Hello, Heir

The way they were so small made her heart melt.

When it was three months old, where had it been? Did anyone take care of it? When it was hungry or thirsty, did anyone feed it milk? If it urinated, had there been anyone who changed its diapers?

Was her child a boy or a girl? Did it look more like her or Shi Jinyan?

Si Jingyu felt as if all the air had left her lungs, and a pressing pain in her chest forced her to bend over.

But bending down didn't help alleviate her pain at all. She still felt as if something was being sucked out of her.

Ever since she returned home, she had refrained from visiting the two children precisely because she had wanted to avoid a scenario like this.

This day, however, she hadn't been able to resist it.

These two children would soon call her Auntie.

But where was the child that would call her Mother?

Wifey, Don't Go (1)