Tang Yue instinctively looked towards the bedroom and caught sight of Meng Siyu, who had changed into a shirt and trousers.
His tall and strong physique wasn't skinny; he filled out the shirt and trousers well. The pure white shirt, with no embellishment, made him exude an aura of righteousness.
But in these clothes, he seemed to give off the vibe of a powerful CEO straight out of a television drama—a wealthy and handsome overbearing CEO. Dressed in that white shirt, he truly looked extremely dashing.
She couldn't help but stare at him, completely entranced.
Mo Xiaorui and Sister Mo Xiaoyu exchanged glances, quietly moved aside, and scampered off to the dining hall to eat.
Meng Siyu approached her with gentlemanly grace and extended his hand, saying, "Wife."
Seeing the outstretched hand, Tang Yue instinctively reached out hers and held Meng Siyu's hand.
It was only after she regained her composure that she realized she had been gawking at her husband like a lovesick fool.
