She sighed.
This person looks exactly like Gong Yeyan, but once he speaks, his playful, ambiguous tone makes it hard for Ming Ge to consider him the same person as her dear husband.
Could he really be Mother-in-law Shen Bijun's child who died young, Ayan's twin brother...
Ming Ge pursed her lips.
The sound of the wheelchair faded away, and she suddenly remembered what that man had said—either go out to eat or starve to death.
Ming Ge didn't doubt for a moment that this person might actually make her starve to death.
She immediately got out of bed and chased after the sound of the wheelchair.
The yacht sailed smoothly on the sea.
The night was fresh with clear moonlight and breeze.
On the deck.
The night wind on the sea carried a moist aroma that felt comfortable to all senses.
Ming Ge stood on the deck, her dress fluttering, feeling lighthearted as if ready to sail away with the wind.
She looked around and caught up with Mo Yi sitting in the wheelchair, "Where is this?"
