Five years later...
"Yunfang, you've worked hard." Li Hongjun wouldn't let go of his wife even with the kids watching them and grimacing in disgust.
"It isn't hard, serving the people, right?" Shen Yunfang replied with a hearty, standard answer.
"Heh, you're mischievous," said Li Hongjun, playfully pinching his wife's nose with a hint of exasperation.
As he pinched, he couldn't resist letting his large hand glide over his wife's tender face. Just what was this woman made of? She was in her thirties yet still looked like she was in her twenties, with skin so soft it seemed water could be wrung from it, without a single wrinkle. Next to him, rugged and tough, the contrast was stark. Over the years, he felt like a mother hen, perpetually anxious whenever his wife stepped out, fearful that someone might bully her when he wasn't watching.
