"You..."
"Alright, I believe you."
"..." Believe me?
Such an agreeable Qin Feimo made her feel a bit overwhelmed.
"Let's go home."
He took her hand, and the two of them turned and left. It was already 10 p.m. by the time they finished seeing off the guests and returned to the hall.
The wedding began ceremoniously and solemnly, and concluded amidst grandeur and the blessings of everyone present.
Feng Jinglei was married off from the Commander Residence and spent the night at the Qin Mansion with Qin Feimo.
Suddenly missing two people, Zhuang Yanyan felt a sense of reluctance and unwillingness.
But in order to soon have a great-grandchild, it seemed better for them to live alone.
Qin Mansion.
The wedding room was beautifully decorated. Feng Jinglei felt as if she were in a dream the moment she entered.
"If you're tired, wash up and go to sleep," he turned his head to look at her, clearly exhausted, and spoke softly.
