Chu Meng was scared.

She was afraid of being hassled by reporters.

She was also afraid of being ridiculed by a group of ordinary people.

And afraid of the gaze of those loafer-like men at the entrance.

Chu Meng suddenly pushed Bai Yuechen, then pushed away the onlookers at the door, and sprinted out.

Two reporters, holding cameras, chased after her.

A few loafers, who raised their feet to chase her to seize the opportunity, exchanged glances, regretfully retracted their feet, and then staggered away.

The person who sent anonymous letters to several newspapers in Haidu was Yuan Chun.

Yuan Chun was lying on a lounge chair, watching the live drama broadcasted by 007, smiling as the sunflower seeds she ate tasted even better.

When Ling Changfeng returned home, he clearly felt that his wife was happy; her mood was great, and she was much more affectionate towards him than before. He had never seen this before.

In the past, his wife was gentle and would wholeheartedly serve him, but he always felt that the smile on her face seemed artificially painted, always missing something.

He could never feel that his wife was truly happy.

But in these past few days, his wife seemed to have opened her heart, no longer perfunctory, and genuinely seemed interested in him.

This made Ling Changfeng very happy.

It seemed that his wife had seen through Bai Yuechen’s insidious true nature, realizing he wasn’t a good person, and thus she no longer pined after that pretty face.

Does this mean his wife has started to like him?

Ling Changfeng believed he had guessed his wife’s thoughts correctly.

Very happy and enthusiastic, that night he acted like a love-struck calf, making Yuan Chun faint several times.

Truly a life and death struggle.

As dawn approached, he was still unwilling to rest, causing Yuan Chun to kick him off the bed in anger, exclaiming, "Ling Changfeng, if you don’t show restraint, don’t expect to enter my room again."

Dang it, if she didn’t have to avoid arousing suspicion from this beast, while maintaining her predecessor’s persona, she’d have pinned this beast to the ground and beaten him up already.

"Host, in this dimension, maintaining the predecessor’s persona isn’t necessary. This is a chaotic and world-restructuring dimension; the Heavenly Dao is ill. After the world restructures, it will be reborn, and the Heavenly Dao’s sickness will be cured. So, Host, congratulations, you can use your superpower in this small dimension."

suddenly delivered a big surprise.

Ecstatic, Yuan Chun jumped three feet high, startling the just-rising Ling Changfeng, "Chunchun, what’s the good news?"

Yuan Chun coughed twice and lay back down, giving him a sharp look, "Ling Changfeng, I’m tired and want to sleep. Remember to clean me up, or else, hmm..."

"I would gladly serve my lady, it would be my pleasure; let me carry my lady to have a soak."

Next to the bedroom was a bath fitted by Ling Changfeng purposely post-marriage, simply because his predecessor liked petal baths. The house was also stocked with dried petals year-round, and this bathtub in the bathing room would always have hot water ready, sustained warm throughout the night.

Ling Changfeng reached out and scooped up his precious treasure, holding her in his arms, striding towards the bathing chamber.

By the time they emerged, daylight had arrived, and Yuan Chun was deeply asleep from exhaustion.

Upon waking, she saw a note Ling Changfeng left, stating he was headed to the arms factory and would return in a month’s time.

Yuan Chun took a large sigh of relief upon seeing it, muttering to herself, "Thank goodness he doesn’t come home every night, or I’d be exhausted to death by this beast."