Time flies so fast. It was summer when she married Meng Huaijin, and in the blink of an eye, autumn had already arrived.
The two were sitting in the dining room, eating breakfast.
In the past, Meng Huaijin would always get up early and head to the company. Now, Fu Wenying insisted that he join her for breakfast; she did not want Meng Huaijin’s health to decline as it had in her previous life, where he seemed fine when young, only for all sorts of illnesses to emerge in his old age.
Chapter 34