Lin Mubai silently advised himself in his heart not to argue with the pregnant little woman, and then he held her in his arms: "Alright, wife, don't be angry anymore."
"Then you are not allowed to compete with me for Aunt Fu and Uncle Liang." An Nan's tone was non-negotiable, making Lin Mubai both amused and exasperated, yet he couldn't bear to blame her for anything.
"I won't compete, I won't compete. How could I compete for them? Think about it, they like me because I'm your husband, right? This is what we call loving someone and their surroundings, so they actually love you the most."
Lin Mubai knew very well in his heart that this little woman was so particular because she had received too little love. She cherished the little love she had and didn't want anyone to take it away. This mindset was like a child's attachment to their favorite food. Understanding this clearly made him particularly fond of her, and he never minded her little temper, only found it endearing.
