“You don’t have a Simmons bed several hundred square meters wide?”
“Would it even fit in the bedroom?”
“Is breakfast really just fried dough sticks and rice porridge?”
“We’ll have buns tomorrow.”
“Don’t you take a Rolls-Royce when you go out?”
“Low-carbon.”
As a pampered wife from a wealthy family, Lin Qiaoan had one foot through the gates of luxury before Mr. Ji dragged her right back out.
Her husband didn’t understand romance and had completely forgotten their wedding anniversary. Luckily, he was quick to admit his mistake, and the ninety-nine roses he ordered were just about acceptable.
Her husband was cunning and secretly passionate. He watched as she fretted and scratched her head, but at least he was gentle and patient, and explained things with a fairly clear train of thought.
Her husband had plenty of flaws and loved getting jealous over nothing, but his face made all of it forgivable.
Ji Xingye hated trouble, so for convenience’s sake, he agreed to a contract marriage with the woman his parents had picked for him. However, the quiet, introverted girl he’d expected turned out to be surprisingly troublesome.
She wanted a luxury car to drive her everywhere. Luckily, she was quick to admit her mistake, but it really wasn’t ideal for two people to ride on an electric scooter.
She wanted a top chef to cook her meals. Fortunately, she was easy enough to please, but her ability to eat just about anything was truly admirable.
She wanted a huge, soft bed to sleep in. At least she slept well, but she couldn’t seem to fix her undignified sleeping posture.
His Miss Lin was spoiled and fussy, and loved attracting admirers.
But she was unexpectedly cute and straightforward.
A beam of sunlight pierced his once-cold world. Someone burst through the gates and charged straight into his heart. From then on, she was all that mattered.
Come on it's great.