"That's true." Ji Shuanglin couldn't help but give a thumbs-up to his wife's trick, "I didn't expect that when you were young, you were full of clever tricks, and even as you got older, those tricks haven't decreased a bit."
"Who are you calling old?" Meng Qingmei glared playfully at her husband, with a hint of the charm she had in her youth, "If it weren't for my clever tricks back then, how could my parents have agreed to let me marry a poor boy like you?"
"Yes! You're a lady from a good family." Ji Shuanglin laughed dotingly, "You're my Qingmei! The Qingmei I've loved all my life."
"That's right..." Meng Qingmei's face was full of happiness, "But in the end, our marriage was successful because of your talent. I didn't suffer with you in this life. You've lived up to our vows."
"Yes. My Qingmei..."
