In Yu Xiaoqiang's head, his whole wife-chasing journey was textbook perfect, an epic-level achievement. Winning his goddess back home was enough bragging rights for him to be smug about for the rest of his life.
"You compare me to that black cucumber Zheng Xu, and I'm just not having it. How can he compare to me? I can marry a great wife and have such a great kid; can he?"
"...So this sends an important message to the world: good men don't get good wives, no-good men marry beauties."
Qian saw this guy about to blow his top and stopped teasing him. "Alright, alright, stop glaring, your eyeballs are about to pop out!"
"You have to say we're a match made in heaven or else I'll..." Yu Minglang really was at his wit's end. His eyes rolled, and he grabbed his daughter's teether box.
Qian and Xiaowei's eyes widened at the same time.
"If you don't say it, I'll smash this!"
Revenge on his wife's serious face!
