"Hey, hey! Don't frown!" At Lu Yuan's concerned words, Song Zhilan suddenly pulled her hand out of his and quickly pressed her fingers between his brows, her voice taking on a chiding note. "It took me ages to get that face mask on properly. If you keep moving, you'll ruin it!"
Lu Yuan froze slightly. Seeing Song Zhilan suddenly lean so close, he forgot what he had been saying.
He was speechless for a moment before opening his mouth in bewilderment and saying, "Sorry."
His flustered expression amused Song Zhilan. She pressed her lips together to contain her smile before withdrawing her hand and explaining, "My hands are only cold because I just rinsed them. With the heating on this high, there's no way I could get cold."
"That's good, then."
Hearing her gentle tone, Lu Yuan naturally relaxed his brows. He was about to smile at his wife when he remembered the mask on his face and hurriedly kept his expression blank.
After he spoke, silence returned to the room. Neither of them said anything for a while, but the atmosphere was wonderfully harmonious.
Song Zhilan thought for a moment, decided this was a good opportunity, and tentatively spoke. "Honey, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"What is it?"
"My dad's holding his seventieth birthday banquet in a couple of days, and the Song Family invited me over... I've given it some thought. The children haven't been there in ages. If you can spare the time, why don't we all go together this year?"
Song Zhilan was actually a little nervous as she said this.
Back when Lu Yuan's company was just getting started, her father had considered him beneath her. Although he hadn't opposed their marriage, he had never treated Lu Yuan kindly.
Later, when the