The night passed.
The next morning.
Dong Xuebin was still having sweet dreams under the covers when he shifted and turned over. Suddenly, pain shot through his foot as something hard jabbed him awake.
Hiss!
That hurt!
What the hell was that?
Dong Xuebin opened his bleary eyes and looked down. His ankle had kicked a black pointed-toe high heel, and the heel had dug right into the tender flesh of his foot, scraping off a layer of skin. Fortunately, it had not drawn blood. Wincing, Dong Xuebin sat up and rubbed his foot. Turning his head, he saw that Xie Huilan was still asleep beside him, lying flat on her back with her eyes closed beneath her lashes. One black high heel still clung to her right foot, nearly slipping off. The gray slip nightdress had also been pulled out of shape by Dong Xuebin the night before. Its strap hung from her arm, and the wrinkled hem exposed far too much. Yet even in such a disheveled state, Xie Huilan still exuded an air of nobility. She did not seem embarrassed in the slightest; instead, she possessed the lazy, unkempt elegance of a sleeping beauty.
She had too much poise.
She was still so beautiful even now.
Seeing this, Dong Xuebin felt a little helpless. He figured he would never be able to tear away his wife's dignified facade for the rest of his life. Perhaps that was the influence of her upbringing. No matter the circumstances, Xie Huilan was always refined in every gesture and movement, even while asleep.
Family upbringing was too important.
I'll have to raise our child that way too.
Dong Xuebin could not escape the desire for his son to succeed, either. Once his son was born, it seemed best to let Huilan