Bo Jinyu leaned against the doorway of the walk-in closet, watching the young woman who had changed into a new dress stand in front of the mirror, alternating between frowning, feeling resentful, getting excited, and looking invigorated.
He slowly curved his lips into a charming smile and chuckled softly.
Actually, she looked better with a bit of extra weight—touching her felt so comfortable!
But alas, she didn't seem to think so.
More importantly, he had an exciting piece of news to share with her.
Thinking of this, his smile grew warmer.
In a doting tone, he softly called out, "Little wife."
"Oh, dear husband, I've gained so much weight again," Ye Anran turned around, her face full of resentment. "It's all because of you! I've been saying I need to work out, but you always insist there's no need. Now look at this—putting on this spring dress, I just realized I've been too blessed recently!"