A radiant smile burst instantly onto Ye Wanhua's face; he was the kindest person to her in the world.
At the same time, the butler and numerous servants stood respectfully on both sides, each wearing smiles on their faces, and shouted in unison, "Welcome home, Young Madam, welcome home. You've worked hard, Young Madam!"
This pomp and circumstance provided her with the dignity she deserved.
Just as Ye Wanhua was tightly clutching her handbag, preparing to get out of the car, Wang Junchen had already arrived by the car door and very gentlemanly helped her open it. Soon after, a rough and large hand was also extended towards her.
"Ah Hua, we're home."
The tender words echoed in her ears.
Ye Wanhua's eyes moistened, deeply moved, and she paused for several seconds before she slowly spoke, "Ah Jun!"
Wang Junchen looked at his wife with deep affection, his feelings were somewhat complex.
