When Yu Jingrong got home, she was shocked to find that Li Chengyun hadn't eaten yet and had been waiting for her. She sat down next to him, hugging his arm, "Didn't Gu Sheng call you? Why haven't you eaten?"
Li Chengyun gave her a resentful look, pretending to be angry, and withdrew his elbow: "You only said you'd be back late, not that I should eat first."
Yu Jingrong felt a bit guilty, but more than that, she felt an uncontrollable warmth and joy. Her husband was truly so good to her, waiting to have dinner with her. This feeling was so heartwarming. She sighed, thinking that such a good husband was really hard to find!
She gently coaxed him, "Ayun, it's my fault. I didn't make it clear. Don't be mad..."
She puffed her cheeks, acting cute with Li Chengyun, and jealously gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Later, I'll make it up to you, okay?"
There was a hint of teasing in the air, and Mr. Li raised an eyebrow, "Let's eat."
