“Lanshu,” he began, his voice soft. “Thank you for your hard work.”
Holding the child, Feng Muchen entered the room and looked at Lu Lanshu lying on the bed. He sat beside her and gently took her hand.
Theirs was a union born of mutual interest, not deep emotion, but time had a way of fostering affection.
After so long together, and with the birth of their child, a genuine feeling had naturally blossomed between them.
“Husband.”
A faint
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