Gu Jingchen's lips curved into a tender, indulgent smile. He turned around, his pale fingers reaching for his phone, staring dazedly at the photo on the screen.
The two of them were embracing on a hospital bed, sunlight streaming into the room. Everything was serene and idyllic, the kind of moment one would wish to last forever.
Thinking about this, the curve of Gu Jingchen's thin lips deepened, and a profound yet soft infatuation spread across the chiseled lines of his face.
Not wanting to wake the little one, he thought it best to send a WeChat message first. Just as he opened the chat interface, her message came through.
Such incredible chemistry—she truly is my wife!
In moments like these, the impossibly smug man, with his godlike handsome features, couldn't resist showing an expression of absolute pride. He instantly transformed into that sly, cheeky, and self-satisfied version of himself that only Shang Xixia ever got to see. This look was reserved exclusively for her.
