How Can a Dull Knife Kill?

In the red-filled bedroom, Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu, who was hiding under the covers, then crawled into bed like a conquering king returning home.

The president of Pintuan had gone undercover in the Nanny's Room for two years, even selling his body, and had finally earned his glorious return.

When Feng Nanshu saw him crawl in, she narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to be good and go to sleep."

"Then you're not allowed to touch my abs."

"..."

The Little Rich Woman felt like he had her completely under control and couldn't help kicking him with her foot. "You don't even call me Wife."

Jiang Qin reached out and patted her little bottom. "Didn't I call you that last night?"

"I didn't hear you."

"You clearly whimpered and made me call you that all night."

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips. "You never called me Wife at school either. You owed me for that."

Jiang Qin propped his head up with one hand. "We were Good Friends at school. We never dated, so how could I call you Wife?"

"Then you didn't date me, but you still ate my little feet, kissed me, and hugged me."

"?"

Jiang Qin glanced at her and thought, So you saved up everything from before and waited until after we got married to settle the score with me, huh? "Didn't we already agree that Good Friends could kiss? Why are you still keeping score and settling old accounts?"

Feng Nanshu lightly kicked him again. "Then you slept with me and got me pregnant. You're a bad person."

"But by then, I had already decided to marry you and bring you home."

"Really?"

Feng Nanshu couldn't help sitting up a little, wanting to make sure her Brother wasn't lying to her.

Jiang Qin placed