Shen Zhengye's face flushed red with embarrassment. He backed away, apologizing, "It was my fault. I was in a rush and forgot to knock. Don't worry, it'll never happen again. Now, hurry up and get out of bed."
Mortified, he walked toward the bedroom he shared with his wife.
A girl changes so much as she grows up. Shen Lingyin was only nineteen, but she was already a young woman.
"Old Shen, did you go for a morning run?"
Just then, a middle-aged woman in a blue, patterned qipao approached gracefully. It was Shen Zhengye's wife, Qiao Huimin.
"Oh, I just went for a morning run with Jiang."
Seeing his wife's elegant and stately dress, Shen Zhengye grew quite excited. "My wife, you have a fantastic figure! Come on, it's time I introduced you to Jiang. You two haven't met yet."
When the couple went downstairs, Jiang Xinghai was having breakfast with Shen Lingxue.
However, whether it was intentional or not, they were not sitting together, maintaining a noticeable distance.
