The next morning at Purple Garden Pavilion.
At the dining table.
"Wife, it's Saturday today, you don't have to go to work at the company, do you?"
With something on his mind, he rose early to accompany his CEO wife, Mu Shanshan, for a morning run and took the initiative to serve her a bowl of purple rice porridge. Lin Fei, trying hard to play the role of an exemplary husband, tentatively inquired with a trace of appeasement in his voice to his CEO wife, Mu Shanshan.
Sitting across from Lin Fei, Mu Shanshan, who seemed like a goddess carved from stone, suddenly heard her husband's guiding question filled with unspoken implications. With a slight condensation of her cold, aloof eyes, she almost instinctively retorted, "What does my going or not going to the company have to do with you?!"
