After the Prodigal Son Turned Back, My Wife Thought I Was Too Doting

In my previous life, I died of loneliness and depression. In this life, I not only have a beautiful, gentle and virtuous wife, but also a very cute and clinging little cotton-padded jacket. Facing a wealthy, powerful, and beautiful young lady: I ​​only talk about money, not love. Looking at the school belle's charming and painful expression of wanting to hug her: sister, don't be obsessed with brother, he is just a passerby in your life. A strong woman with stunning beauty and charm comes to the door: Sister, please accept my respects from my younger brother. The wife who was hiding behind the door finally breathed a sigh of relief. The little cotton-padded jacket pinched her waist and spoke directly: Dad, no matter how many beautiful aunts there are, you are only allowed to love me and mom in this life.