Chapter 89: You Are My Wife

Leng Yichen's office.

On the coffee table, there were four or five exquisite dishes, as well as a bowl of nourishing soup.

Seeing the meal, Shu Qiqi's eyes reddened slightly, and she felt like crying out of gratitude.

In this lifetime, she feared she would never be able to repay the old lady's love: I'm sorry, Grandma.

"Eat while it's warm."

Leng Yichen handed over the chopsticks, signaling her not to space out.

"You eat too."

Shu Qiqi passed the other pair of chopsticks to him.

The man's lips were slightly pursed, but he did not refuse.

The two sat opposite each other, quietly eating their meal, neither wanting to break the moment's perfection.

They ate very slowly, as if deliberately dragging out the time.

But no matter how slowly they ate, a meal would eventually end, and what's more, Leng Yichen did not want Shu Qiqi to have to eat her food cold.

After Shu Qiqi drank the last spoonful of soup, she put down her bowl and chopsticks: "I'm done eating, thank you."