After saying I do, Jian Ran looked at the man in front of her with reddened eyes and spoke in a huff.
"It's all your fault... making me cry so ugly. Has my makeup run? I finally got to wear some makeup while pregnant, and now it's all cried off."
"I didn't even want to cry, it's all your fault."
Women are generally fussy, clearly moved to tears, but always have to find a way to blame it on the man.
Listening to Jian Ran's childish words, Gu Mochen's thin lips curled upwards, then he whispered softly.
"No, in my heart, you'll always be the most beautiful. After all, everything I have is with you now. Mrs. Gu, from now on, you'll have to take care of me."
Jian Ran: "..."
Usually, it's a woman who says this kind of thing.
Hearing a man say it now, Jian Ran couldn't help but laugh.
Yet, she couldn't find a single flaw in the words.
Indeed...
Gu Mochen had given her all of himself.
She once saw a little comic strip where two men each gave a woman a hundred.
