"My dear," Han Qingshan looked at Jiang Yingyue as they were seated in the car within the underground carpark.
"Hubby," Jiang Yingyue answered, her face flushing red in embarrassment. She was not used to calling out this name, but now they were genuinely married.
She felt blissful and happy from deep within, it was as if she was floating on a cloud, her steps were light, and her lips could not stop being raised in a smile.
As they reached the top of the building, ready to enter the condo, Han Qingshan suddenly scooped up Jiang Yingyue and carried her like a princess over the doorstep, bringing her into their home in his arms.
Jiang Yingyue held onto Han Qingshan's neck and buried her face in his chest. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she thought about how brilliant their future life was going to be together.
