In the living room.
Shen Mingzhu was ostensibly watching television, but her mind was grappling with the matter of sleeping arrangements for the night.
She wasn't really obtuse; she could see the wolf-like desires in a man's eyes.
To be honest, she didn't dislike Pei Yang, and sometimes even her heart raced and her cheeks blushed at his flirting, but to get down to business and consummate their marriage that very night, she just couldn't.
"What are you thinking about so intently? I've called you several times and you haven't responded."
Looking up at Pei Yang, who had somehow appeared in front of her, and meeting his smiling gaze, Shen Mingzhu blurted out, "You should sleep with Ziheng tonight."
As soon as she said this, she saw the smile disappear from his eyes.
Casting a glance towards their son, who was watching them from the sofa, Pei Yang gestured for Shen Mingzhu to go to the bedroom with him.