Chapter 131

That evening, Meng Huaijin walked out of the bathroom to find Fu Wenying lying in bed reading a book, a suppressed smile on her face. At the foot of the bed sat a pair of small slippers. The quilt beside Fu Wenying was slightly raised, and the corner of a small pillow was peeking out from underneath. Meng Huaijin understood at a glance, but he was in no hurry to expose Meng Yanchen.