"Husband, take care of yourself."
"Husband, I'll miss you."
In the early morning mountain village, the dense fog shrouded in vapors was dissipated by the cooking smoke.
Chen Jiayi and Zhao Jiaqi stood at the doorway, looking at Lin Fan who was sitting in the car, just like stones longing for their husbands.
The brief three days spent together were especially precious for them.
"I'll come back to see you once I return from the Provincial City."
Lin Fan waved his hand, looking at them standing there like stones longing for their husbands, feeling a bit melancholic.
Ever since stepping onto the path of officialdom, he often found himself helpless, especially with so many beautiful women around. Although his competence in some aspects was outstanding, capable of satisfying nine women without tiring, he was still too busy and often needed to handle matters personally, making it impossible to spend time with them carefreely as before.
