Ling Tianxiao sat in a chair, holding a cup of tea in one hand. His eyes were slightly narrowed as if savoring the tea's aroma, but his gaze kept darting toward his wife's face. His staring made Lady Ling's cheeks flush, and she couldn't help but shoot her husband a fierce glare.
She chided him gently, "We're an old married couple. What are you staring at? It's not like you've never seen me before. The children will be here soon, don't let them laugh at us!"
Scolded by his wife, Ling Tianxiao didn't say anything, just chuckled foolishly. He had almost failed to recognize her just now. This stunning young woman with a bashful expression greeting him was actually his wife. He almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He'd never forget how his wife looked when she was young, but that was at least a decade or two ago.
