After An left, Bo Jinyu took her hand and gently kneaded her palm.
Ye Anran glanced at him, "Dear husband, these matters should be left for you to decide in the future! I don't want to do this kind of work anymore!"
"Mm, whatever my little wife says, I'll follow suit." Bo Jinyu had never intended to pass these tasks onto her anyway.
After all, marrying her and bringing her home was only to let her live a carefree life every single day.
But inexplicably, watching her handle things with increasing decisiveness and intelligence made him want to let her do more.
Seeing her so capable filled him with immense joy.
That kind of feeling surpassed the pride of winning an award, securing a big deal, or accomplishing something grand.
Especially when he saw An's admiring expression—he felt unbelievably happy.
Ye Rouxin gently held his hand and started to play with it while smiling.
