The Mature Man Loves His Adorable Wife

Jun Nanxi had just returned from a mission and hadn't even had time to drink a cup of hot tea when the yellow kraft-paper envelope in Wang Minghan's hand ruined his appetite for even a sip of water. Wang Minghan held the yellow kraft-paper envelope and looked mournfully at his boss. He really hadn't wanted to accept it, but the person who delivered it was the old commander. He knew full well that his boss would slap it right back at him. But if he didn't go to hell, who would? His boss was already thirty this year. Other people his age had kids old enough to run around buying soy sauce. Most importantly, the most his boss could do was give him a...