Leng Qingtian was a little resentful that his wife showed no concern for him, making him work two jobs while constantly complaining.
But his mother was right—Sun Yeshu was pregnant, and he couldn't afford to make her angry.
That was why he hadn't lost his temper, even after being berated by Mrs. Sun and given a hard time by Sun Yeshu's brothers.
Now, with Sun Yeshu making yet another demand, he suppressed his temper and patiently promised, "It was all my fault before. I know I was wrong now. Tell me what you want, and I'll do my best to give you whatever I can."
Leng Qingtian's submissive attitude greatly satisfied Sun Yeshu. Feeling that she had gained face in front of her family, she spoke up.
"You'd better listen carefully, then. My demands are very simple."
"First, from now on, you are never to make me angry again. Otherwise, I won't forgive you so easily."
Swallowing his discomfort, Leng Qingtian nodded in agreement.
