“Old man, are you faking it? Aren’t you supposed to be in a vegetative state?” Wen Yin watched as her husband, who was supposed to be comatose, stood up in front of her.
“I got better because of you. Turns out marrying for good luck really works,” Pei Yuchuan said with a mischievous grin.
“Pretend to marry me, and I’ll help you get back everything your mother lost.”
“I have money. I can support you for the rest of your life.”
“You can throw as many tantrums as you like. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you.”
Pei Yuchuan thought he’d be the kind of CEO who spoiled his wife, but he never expected his darling wife to keep surprising him, time and again.
“Old man, even if the sky falls, I can hold it up for you too. Just relax and let me spoil you.”
