No matter how you look at his back from behind, he's exceedingly handsome. Shen Jiayin silently realized in her heart that it would be hard not to become lovestruck like this.
"Have breakfast, Jiayin, don't mind him." Mrs. Yao beckoned her to sit at the dining table.
Mr. Yao heard this and stuck his head out from the bathroom, foam from toothpaste still in his mouth: "Mom, how can you tell her to ignore me? She's my wife."
"Oh, is she your wife or your mother? Are you a three-year-old child who can't eat by yourself? I'm your mom and I haven't paid attention to you, why should she?" Mrs. Yao answered back at her son.
Mr. Yao seemed quite helpless and shot a look at his soon-to-be-wife.
Shen Jiayin was amused by his expression but quickly lowered her head, fearing that Mrs. Yao would notice.
Mr. Yao continued brushing his teeth while enjoying how shy she looked.
