"I never thought of going to heaven."
Yan Xinxin answered calmly and confidently.
"I only want to be with my husband."
"Pfft—"
Mo Qingning, who was nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lin Yuan'ai, however, looked completely distraught!
"You—Yan Xinxin, what kind of nonsense are you talking about! Chuxi, out of everyone, you just had to choose this woman to marry?"
"I think my wife said nothing wrong."
Mo Chuxi spoke unhurriedly, but his tone was firm.
"Xinxin is my wife. It's only natural for me to treat her well. Whether it's cooking or anything else, as long as it's her request—even if it's unreasonable—I will fulfill it."
"Chuxi, you..."
"Yan Xinxin needs no justification—other than the fact that I'm her husband and I indulge her. Is this answer satisfactory to you, Mo Madam?"
"..."
Lin Yuan'ai was left utterly speechless.
Yan Xinxin's delicate face blossomed with a sweet smile, though her heart was beating wildly.
