Even when she wore simple linen clothes, she looked like a supermodel.
Now, in fine clothes, her beauty was simply breathtaking.
'My wife doesn't really like wearing jewelry, but it doesn't matter. With a face like hers, she doesn't need any.'
Seeing Song Meiqin, now changed, reach for her crutch, Lu Yuan immediately stood up.
"No, no, the wheelchair is right by the door."
With that, Lu Yuan walked over to Song Meiqin. Amid her soft cry of surprise, he swept her up into his arms.
Zhao Qiao'Er, who was standing nearby, was also startled.
When she recovered, she couldn't help but give Lu Yuan a light slap, chiding him playfully,
"You little rascal, you're getting more and more forward with us two. Just grabbing people like that~"
Lu Yuan turned, raised an eyebrow at Aunt Zhao, and said with a teasing smile,
"What's the matter, Auntie? You want me to carry you too?"
Zhao Qiao'Er's face flushed red as she glared at Lu Yuan.
"You're getting more and more out of line!
