Mengmeng's Birthday

As he looked at the keyboard and the washboard on the ground, Ye Chen was stunned. He had just mentioned it casually, but Su Yuhan had taken it seriously.

"You said you were going to kneel on a durian, but it's late at night, and there's nowhere to buy it for you, so I replaced it with a washboard." Sensing his embarrassment, Su Yuhan's delicate dimples flashed with a mischievous expression.

Ye Chen's face turned red. Did he have to pay for what he had done?

If he really knelt down, Ye Chen's status in the family would decline greatly from now on. If outsiders knew that the undefeated Ye Chen of China was actually subjected to this, they would laugh to death.

Upon thinking of this, he immediately smiled awkwardly. "What? Wifey..."

"Stop!" Su Yuhan snorted. "Who's your wifey? We're not even married yet."

"Wifey?"

This time, Su Yuhan turned her head away and did not look at him.

"Dear?" Ye Chen called out again shamelessly.