The quiet night, inside a villa.
This is Su Wanjing's private apartment.
Usually, not many people come here.
Right now, in the whole villa, only Lin Hai and Beauty Su are present.
At this moment, Lin Hai is wearing a loose bathrobe, leaning on a soft luxurious sofa, with one hand holding a cigar and the other holding a wine glass.
"Man, life is getting better and better."
As soon as Lin Hai finished speaking, Beauty Su walked out of the bathroom.
Her hair still damp, she gave Lin Hai a gentle smile.
"Wife, you are getting more and more beautiful."
Lin Hai chuckled heartily, even switching up the way he addressed her.
This was the first time Su Wanjing had ever heard a man call her "wife," a sensation of inexplicable joy stirring in her heart.
Ever since she found out Lin Hai was King Yan, Su Wanjing felt an indescribable emotion.
She was not the kind of woman who would willingly submit herself for a man's wealth and power.