Pei Jingchuan's voice was low and carried a laughter, "You clever little devil, always coming up with these strange ideas."
His words seemed to chide her with a light laugh, but the tenderness in his eyes could not be concealed.
Jiang Yuzhu, upon hearing Pei Jingchuan address her in such a way, felt not a whit of anger, but instead her eyes gleamed with pride.
She laughed lightly, and with a spring, she, like a joyful deer, leaped into Pei Jingchuan's broad embrace.
Her voice was brimming with happiness, "As long as I can make you and Aunty happy, anything I do is worth it."
Pei Jingchuan felt the warmth of Jiang Yuzhu throwing herself into his arms, and his arms naturally wrapped around her slender form, holding her tightly in his embrace.
In that moment, all his fatigue vanished like smoke, leaving only a deep love for this woman in his heart and a beautiful anticipation for the future.