"I had so much fun today! Zijin, Lanxiang, we have to do this again sometime. No men, just the three of us!"
"Yes, absolutely!" Wei Zijin and Li Lanxiang agreed with smiles.
After dinner ended, the Maybach pulled to a smooth stop outside the apartment building.
Zhou Qiang leaned out the window and waved, then stepped on the gas. The black car soon merged into the night.
Wang Xiaoliang and Wei Zijin exchanged a smile and went upstairs hand in hand.
Click.
The lock gave a soft sound.
In unspoken harmony, they changed into slippers. Wang Xiaoliang closed the door behind him and drew Wei Zijin into his arms from behind. Resting his chin in the hollow of her shoulder, he greedily breathed in the fresh fragrance of her hair.
"Coming into this place really feels like coming home now," Wang Xiaoliang said sincerely.
"My dowry. It's my dowry! Don't you understand?" Wei Zijin squirmed in his arms, her tone both sweet and reproachful.
Wang Xiaoliang laughed. "Right, right, your dowry. Living in my wife's dowry feels like coming home."
"I can't be bothered with you." Despite her dismissive words, Wei Zijin leaned back against him, enjoying the quiet that belonged to just the two of them.
Only after a while did she gently pull free, walk over to the sofa, sit down, and take out her phone.
The screen lit up, and she opened her short-video account dashboard.
The soaring figures and the glaring red "99+" notification beside her private messages made her sigh softly.
"So many advertisers have contacted me." She tilted the screen toward Wang Xiaoliang. "Too bad I can't accept any of them."
After that remark, Wei Zijin put her phone facedown on the sofa.
She looked up at Wang Xiaoliang with a somewhat playful expression.