Young Master Yan Spoils His Wife Rotten

“Yiyi, what did you do today?” Yan Jue asked affectionately, running his fingers through Feng Qingyi’s soft hair.

Feng Qingyi smiled shyly. “I stood up for someone who was being bullied.”

A year later, Yan Jue put an arm around Feng Qingyi and asked, “Yiyi, do anything big today?”

“I just beat up a few bad guys.” Feng Qingyi relaxed in Yan Jue’s broad embrace, smiling with her eyes narrowed.

Three years later, Feng Qingyi had just finished a fight with an adorable little girl who had recently turned two when she spotted Yan Jue standing behind them, his handsome face dark as ink. The little girl in her arms puffed out her cheeks and begged to be picked up. “Mommy did it all. I just stood there and watched.”

Feng Qingyi immediately pleaded ingratiatingly, “I was just teaching our daughter that when you see injustice, you should step in and help.”

Yan Jue took their cute but fierce daughter into his arms and gazed at Feng Qingyi with deep affection in his dark eyes. “Is that so?”

“Of course.” Feng Qingyi beamed, then hurried over to cling to the arm Yan Jue was using to hold their daughter.