Xiang Yimo, as usual, sat quietly reading a book.
Zhong Lingling silently closed the webpage and walked towards Xiang Yimo, hugging his body from behind.
She rested her face against Xiang Yimo's body.
Xiang Yimo set down the book and, taking advantage of Zhong Lingling's lack of vigilance, embraced her fully into his arms.
Zhong Lingling sat on Xiang Yimo's thighs, arms around his neck, both deeply gazing into each other's eyes.
At such moments, when they looked at each other, their hearts felt so, so joyful.
In their minds, they didn't care about money; after all, the Xiang Family had everything, and they cared even less about fame and gains, only about each other.
"Getting lost in your thoughts again?" Xiang Yimo stared at Zhong Lingling, his nose tip touching hers.
"I'm not, what wild thoughts could I possibly have!" Zhong Lingling desperately tried to conceal.