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Unlike Lin Cheng's parents, who had early on thrown such burdens as the company to him, making him get up early and sleep late every day... If it weren't for having a sweet wife, Lin Cheng would have felt that this life was unbearable.

On this day, Lin Cheng left work as usual, and on the way home, he discovered a newly opened flower shop. He parked his car and ran over to buy a bouquet of flowers to take home.

Nineteen cappuccino roses occupied the passenger seat, as if the seat's owner was there, improving Lin Cheng's mood as he drove.

But when Lin Cheng returned home with the roses, he found that today seemed a bit different.

His wife hadn't even noticed he was back... Previously when he came home, he would always receive a hug from his wife.

Lin Cheng walked into the villa glumly, not knowing if Jiang Yan was in the game room or on the terrace, so he had to search room by room.

The Aunt who was preparing dinner saw him and greeted him with a warm smile. Lin Cheng nodded, and finally discovered his beautiful wife on the terrace.

Jiang Yan was lazily curled up on a lounge chair, a thin blanket draped over her, her delicate white wrists exposed.

The gorgeous and brilliant sunset filled half the sky, its rich and soft light outlining her lightly sleeping face, like a finely colored oil painting.

Lin Cheng walked over, stood at the front of the lounge chair, held the bouquet over her body, and bent down to kiss her softly.

He tasted the sweetness of cream and knew she had been sneaking cake. Jiang Yan opened her eyes drowsily to see Lin Cheng kissing her face, and a sweet-smelling bouquet of roses by her hand.

Lin Cheng, displeased, nibbled on Jiang Yan's lips, pressed his face against hers, and asked in a very unhappy but humble tone, "Why didn't you hug me today?"

Jiang Yan then kissed his face to show her apology: "I accidentally fell asleep."

Lin Cheng reluctantly forgave her and was about to take the opportunity to ask for another kiss when suddenly a small white fluffy creature emerged from under the blanket covering Jiang Yan.

Bright big eyes, pointed triangular little ears, fluffy snow-white fur...

Upon discovering Lin Cheng's presence, it showed no fear of strangers, yawning lazily as if above it all, its thin little whiskers quivering, the sweet tail of its meow drawn out long...

Under Lin Cheng's incredulous gaze, the little white cat affectionately licked Jiang Yan's hand, then crawled back under the blanket.

It was simply a vivid green tea kitten, not even bothering to conceal its affair in front of him, the rightful owner!

Lin Cheng angrily questioned Jiang Yan: "How could you raise a little lover behind my back while I'm not at home?!"

He got more into the role, sounding increasingly wronged: "I work hard every day outside to earn money and support our family, how could you do this to me? You even show affection to it in front of me, and you sleep in the same bed..."

"I've been cheated on, woo, there's a rift in our relationship..."

Lin Cheng seemed to be playing the role of an abandoned husband.

Jiang Yan, like that cold-hearted wife, showed no remorse even when reproached, and instead affectionately stroked the little white cat sharing her blanket: "You know you're too busy with work, leaving early and coming home late, I inevitably feel empty and lonely, so raising a little darling at home isn't too much, is it?"

She spoke as if it were all true.

Lin Cheng couldn't bear to hear more, feeling his abilities were being questioned. He directly exposed his true form and defiantly said: "If you're capable, don't cry tonight. I'll make you feel fulfilled to death."

Jiang Yan was in high spirits and deliberately teased him: "Really? Are you up for it?"

Lin Cheng proved his ability with actions. The clean little white cat walked away with elegant steps.

The fully enclosed terrace with a movable roof had its rarely used curtains drawn in broad daylight.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yan's lying position, Lin Cheng performed a display of skills. The ordinary lounge chair was unexpectedly developed and used to an embarrassing degree.

Jiang Yan truly hadn't expected a single sentence could provoke someone like this, directly on the terrace... Mindful of the Aunt in the villa, Jiang Yan bit her lip tightly, her hands gripping the armrests firmly, her ankles helplessly suspended in the air, presenting a tense posture.

The chair seemed a bit old, and even with just the two of them lying on it, it kept creaking incessantly.

Jiang Yan's body pressed against the lounge chair, frantically gripping the armrests, with nowhere to escape.

That evening, the Aunt had to reheat dinner once again before the two young homeowners were able to eat their evening meal.