"Who said this is just my issue? Aren't you my husband? Are you seriously saying you and I are separate?" Mo Nuan huffed.

Lu Chen admitted defeat. This girl was either silent or had a sharp tongue that cut right to the heart of the matter, leaving him no room to argue.

"Apologies, Mrs. Lu. You're right; we are one and the same. How could I even suggest otherwise?" Lu Chen's eyes sparkled with amusement.

Mo Nuan blushed, understanding exactly what he meant. "Lu Chen, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you. Stop being so cheeky."

"A man who doesn't flirt with his own wife isn't a good...