Bo Yan felt helpless; this wasn't the first time his abilities were doubted. Thankfully, he had been by her side lately, so she didn't suspect he was cheating, otherwise, it would be even harder to explain.
He patted her head: "Don't worry, your husband isn't at a point where you need to be concerned."
He had never been particularly materialistic. Although he had gradually won over Xia Siyu, and their interactions inevitably included some shameless happiness, it was just a natural progression after the right mood, not the entirety of his marital life.
Sometimes he made breakfast, and she appreciated it, clearing her plate. Sometimes he worked on the couch, and she lounged on his lap eating an orange, occasionally feeding him a segment. Sometimes they watched movies together and argued over disagreements, but looking back, these moments provided more insights.
