Mr. Qin, Your Mute Wife is a Full-Level Bigshot

Hearing this, Ye Caitang’s small face suddenly turned like a ripe tomato.

“Ahem… Erm… Nope… I…”

Qin Ruohan suddenly could not control the charm in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed Ye Caitang’s earlobe.

“Have you forgotten that we’re husband and wife?”

He leaned into Ye Caitang’s ear with a faint smile.

“Or have you forgotten that many acts are legal for husband and wife?”

Hearing this, Ye Caitang immediately felt that her face was so hot that it could cook eggs.

She quickly changed the topic.

“Oh, right. Mr. Qin, why are you looking for me? Please tell me quickly.”

Qin Ruohan took the towel that was about to be twisted out of shape by Ye Caitang and gently wiped Ye Caitang’s wet hair.

“I don’t have anything to say.”

Just wanted to dry your hair.

Qin Ruohan gazed at Ye Caitang’s long black hair with a complicated expression. His cold heart was exceptionally soft.

He still remembered the little girl who once saved his life.

She also had the same black and beautiful hair, but later…

His condition was too serious. Although the little girl went to pick medicine on the mountain herself, his wounds needed to be bandaged. So she needed money to buy gauze.

The little girl did not have any money, so she sold her beautiful black hair to a vendor who collected it. She used all the money from the sale of her hair to buy him gauze.

At that time, he felt very bad when he found out. He was touched and sad as he apologized to the little girl.

But the little girl told him with a bright smile that her useless hair did something meaningful.

She was very happy.

At that time, he swore that when he returned to his family, he would definitely buy many beautiful hair ornaments and hats for the little girl.

Buy lots and lots of shampoo to protect the little girl’s hair and keep it fragrant for a long time.

So that the little girl would be even prettier than before.

He looked at Ye Caitang’s long hair which was like a cascading waterfall. He had mixed feelings, and his actions became even gentler.

Ye Caitang:

When she heard Qin Ruohan’s reply, she had no idea what to say.

She sensed that Qin Ruohan was drying her hair very gently and carefully.

Ye Caitang sat in Qin Ruohan’s lap and leaned against his firm chest.

Under Qin Ruohan’s gentle drying of her hair, she could not help but fall asleep.

In the end, she did not even know when she had been carried to bed by Qin

Ruohan.

She slept soundly. The next day

Ye Caitang woke up in high spirits. When she went downstairs, Qin Ruohan was already sitting on the couch in the living room, reading documents.

A sumptuous breakfast was already placed on the dining table in the dining room.

“You’re up?”

When Qin Ruohan heard the footsteps on the stairs, he raised his beautiful eyes and looked at the fresh and beautiful fairy on the spiral staircase.

Ye Caitang smiled brightly and nodded at Qin Ruohan.

“Good morning, Mr. Qin.”

Qin Ruohan said, “Have breakfast. I’ll send you to school after that.”

Ye Caitang ran to the dining table and had just sat down when she turned around to look at Qin Ruohan in surprise.

“You’re sending me to school?”

“Isn’t Qin Tian sending me?”

Qin Ruohan sat beside Ye Caitang and picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling for her.

“Well, he’s still driving.”

Ye Caitang:

So, that’s your definition of sending?