Looking at his wife’s angry little expression, Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to hug her, but she dodged.
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her standing sideways to him, with a guarded expression.
Mu Yan raised her head and huffed, "I’m just proving I’m not reluctant to make you kneel on the keyboard as punishnt."
Jiang Jingheng, "..."
Looking at her pouty lips, he leaned in with a low laugh, "Then next ti I’ll tell them you always make kneel on the keyboard at ho?"
"I would never!" Mu Yan glared at him.
How could she treat him like that, she couldn’t bear to, alright.
Seeing the amused look in his eyes, she realized she had fallen for his trick.
She huffed, "Yes, I make you kneel on the keyboard every day, I’m a tigress, okay!"
"You’re not a tigress, you’re a fairy, a little enchantress, bewitching —I’d happily kneel on the keyboard every day." Jiang Jingheng coaxed.
Mu Yan was pleased by his words, her mood couldn’t hold, and she burst out laughing.
She looked at him and huffed, "I wonder if you’ve said these sweet words to other won."
"With Mrs. Jiang so jealous, how could I dare!"
Mu Yan got unhappy again, "So if I weren’t jealous, you would dare?"
Jiang Jingheng calmly said, "I can’t accept Mrs. Jiang not loving ."
"What? Don’t change the subject."
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "If Mrs. Jiang weren’t jealous one day, wouldn’t that an she doesn’t love anymore?"
Mu Yan thought about it and felt it made sense.
She looked at Jiang Jingheng’s perfect, handso face and felt a bit troubled, "Why are you so perfect? You’re handso, in good shape, and wealthy. Those won look at you like hungry wolves eyeing a delicious piece of at every ti."
"I’m not perfect because of those things."
"Hmm?"
In Jiang Jingheng’s light brown eyes, a gentle light shimred, as warm as it could lt the first snow, "Because of you."
Mu Yan felt like fireworks had exploded in her mind, blossoming brightly in her heart.
She lightly punched his chest a few tis, "You’re making happy again."
Jiang Jingheng looked at her with a smile, saying nothing.
Mu Yan suddenly quieted down, stepped forward to hug his waist, kissed his lips, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "I really like you."
"I do too." Jiang Jingheng’s voice was husky as he lowered his head for a peck on her lips, then captured them fully, carrying her inside.
Early the next morning, the two flew back to their country and arrived in Upper City just before dawn.
To Mu Yan’s surprise, there were a ton of people at the airport today to pick them up.
Fans surrounded her in layers, asking for photos and autographs.
Mu Yan felt her fans were particularly enthusiastic tonight; after all, it was so late, yet they waited at the airport.
It took about half an hour for Mu Yan to get away and return to the car.
Jiang Jingheng had been waiting in the car for a while and asked, noticing her tired look, "Are the fans more important than your husband?"
Originally, they had bodyguards with them, but Mu Yan, considerate of her fans, signed and took photos with each one.
"Not at all, it’s just that it’s hard for the fans to co by, I can’t disappoint them," Mu Yan said, holding his hand and acting coy, "Hubby, don’t be mad."
Jiang Jingheng raised his hand to pinch her nose, "Let’s go ho."
"Okay." Mu Yan nodded repeatedly, checking her phone and scrolling through Weibo. The news was from yesterday, about the Venice Film Festival, and as she expected, Zhou Lifen made the headlines.
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