When Han Qingshan opened the door, what greeted him was not the usual cold and unfeeling condo as he was used to. But instead, the sound of music playing, alongside the delicious scent of food.
When he walked in, he quickly took his jacket off and hung it in the hallway. He then took off his shoes and entered the sitting room where he located Jiang Yingyue.
The moment his eyes landed on her, he was stumped for words. She was wearing an apron she had found in his kitchen, her messy hair was even messier than usual, but a brilliant smile adorned her face.
She had just finished washing the floors in the study and the guest room; she had not entered his bedroom, nor had she gotten to clean the bathroom just yet.
But the rest of the flat was sparkling clean, and when he saw Jiang Yingyue standing like that, cleaning his home, cooking food for him, it was truly like coming home to a loving wife.
