Last night, the incident where a wealthy individual bought the most expensive advertising spot in the center of Upper City’s ten zones to publicly declare love to his wife went viral online, and the buzz hasn’t died down yet.
Mu Yan looked at the trending topic on Song Cheng’an’s phone and only then realized that there were not just declaration subtitles on Jiangtan’s side; the sa declaration subtitles appeared simultaneously in ten other bustling districts of Upper City.
Without a doubt, it ca from the sa person, who let the entire Upper City witness their anniversary.
This extravagant gesture has truly redefined people’s understanding of a public declaration of love, showing there’s a different way to approach it.
Flowers and chocolates seem really low in comparison.
Netizens were very envious.
"This lady must have saved the Milky Way in her past life to et such a romantic man."
"Since getting married, my husband hasn’t even bothered to say a single sweet word; without the comparison, there’s no harm. Looks like I need to re-evaluate my marriage."
"Isn’t it just an anniversary? Is it necessary to make such a big deal out of it? I only want to say, please give a dozen such husbands!"
"Am I the only one who thinks this gentleman will have to kneel on a keyboard when he gets ho? Spending so much money in just a few minutes..."
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Mu Yan was scrolling down the comnts when Jiang Jingheng’s voice suddenly called out from behind.
"Co over for breakfast."
Mu Yan snapped back to reality and looked back to see him in casual ho wear standing by the dining table, with a hot breakfast laid out.
She returned the phone to Song Cheng’an and asked, "Brother Song, have you had breakfast?"
"No, I’ve already eaten," Song Cheng’an replied with a smile.
Just kidding, even if I hadn’t eaten, I’d have to say I did.
It’s not just that soone is petty; it’s also that he doesn’t want to start the day off eating their public display of affection.
Mu Yan didn’t insist and went over to sit at the dining table.
Jiang Jingheng sat next to her and casually served her a bowl of red bean porridge.
Mu Yan took a bite of a golden thread roll, tilted her head to look at him, and asked, "How much did you actually spend yesterday?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her.
Mu Yan pursed her lips; even if she was ignorant, she knew that advertising spots in such areas were very expensive.
Three ads, each a minute long, played ten tis, how much did that cost?
Seeing her troubled expression, Jiang Jingheng understood her concern and curled his lips slightly, "Was Mrs. Jiang unhappy last night?"
"I was happy," Mu Yan answered honestly.
Seeing him declare his love to her for the world made her so happy she almost fainted.
Jiang Jingheng said gently, "As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry about the rest."
"But..."
Jiang Jingheng slightly furrowed his eyebrows, "Mrs. Jiang, you wouldn’t really want to kneel on a keyboard, would you?"
Mu Yan, seeing his distressed look, couldn’t help but laugh, realizing he must have been online.
She said deliberately, "Yes, not only do you have to kneel on a keyboard, but you also have to hand over your salary card."
Jiang Jingheng bargained, "The salary card is a must, but can we skip the keyboard kneeling?"
"That depends on your performance."
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow and looked at her teasingly, "Wasn’t my performance good enough last night?"
Mu Yan knew what he ant, her face instantly flushed red.
She glared at him, not satisfied, then pinched his waist with her hand.
Brother Song is here, what’s he babbling about? It’s so embarrassing.
"Ow..." Jiang Jingheng winced in pain, looking at her with a grievance, "Is Mrs. Jiang trying to murder her husband?"
Mu Yan huffed, picked up a piece of pastry, and fed it to his mouth, "Does eating not shut you up?"
Jiang Jingheng opened his mouth to eat it, his mouth lifted slightly in a smile, "It’s still best when Mrs. Jiang feeds ."
Mu Yan ignored him and continued eating, but she occasionally fed him a bite.
In the living room, Song Cheng’an witnessed the whole scene, instinctively feeling a toothache from all the sweetness!
Forget it, let them enjoy themselves for a while.
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