Ten minutes later.
A faint, delicious smell drifted up from downstairs, reaching the second floor and making Song Yinyin itch to move.
Looks like her husband's noodles were ready.
She got up and went downstairs.
The tall man had his sleeves rolled up and was busy in the kitchen.
Ladling the broth, lifting the noodles from the pot, adding lettuce leaves… a whole series of movements smooth as water, yet with an easy flair.
Looking at his broad back, it was hard to connect him with the man at the company in the daytime, the one who was decisive and commanding.
But this was him, her husband.
A man who cared about his family like this—how could he possibly be fooling around with a secretary like Chi Wen?
She couldn't help feeling ashamed of her earlier behavior.
Chi Wen had just made one phone call, and she'd actually believed what she said.
How could she not have thought it through?
Song Yinyin couldn't help muttering a curse under her breath, silently swearing at Chi Wen.
