Bu Qingqing nodded, "Yes, the young madam even had me record it, claiming that she was afraid the young master wouldn't believe it. Would you like to listen to the recording?"
"There's no need." Qiao Chengxun spoke coldly.
Since she was itching for it, tonight he would treat her properly.
That night, at eight o'clock on the dot.
Qiao Chengxun returned to his own bedroom, wanting to take a shower.
He saw the young girl dressed in a cute yet conservative nightgown, sitting at the edge of his bed with a smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief, clearly with no good intentions.
"Hubby, what kind of service would you like tonight?"
Qiao Chengxun narrowed his cold eyes and calmly walked over to her, looking down at her innocently cheerful round face from above.
"What are you plotting?"
"How could you think like that about your cute wife, hubby? Do I look like a schemer with my pure and innocent appearance?"
Inside Wen Meimei's heart: Obviously, yes!