The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride

Chen Wanru tossed and turned until five in the morning before finally collapsing on the bed, exhausted. As Ling Momo took off her shoes and tucked her in with the blanket, she too was gasping for breath from fatigue. Ling Momo looked at Chen Wanru on the bed for a moment. Chen Wanru wasn’t the kind of stunning beauty that took your breath away, but she had the sort that once seen was hard to forget. Plus, with ten years of honing her craft, even now in sleep, her whole being still radiated a special kind of charisma.

That kind of lofty, queen-like aura.

Ling Momo had been fussing around for so long, and she was very tired. Originally, she planned to go home, but seeing Chen Wanru so drunk, she felt uneasy at heart and ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room.

When Ling Momo woke up, it was already noon. She tiptoed to the bedroom and saw Chen Wanru sleeping soundly. Thinking that Chen Wanru must be feeling awful and have a headache after drinking so much, Ling Momo went to the kitchen to cook some congee.

Ling Momo had lost her parents at a young age, so she matured early since her great-grandfather was very old. She often cooked, and at a tender age, she could prepare a good table of dishes, especially a pot of well-cooked congee.

A low simmer, the sweet aroma of glutinous rice and red dates slowly wafted out, filling the whole room.

Ling Momo turned off the burner, set it to keep warm, and let it stew.

It was the scent of the congee that woke Chen Wanru. She opened her eyes, dazed at first, then came barefoot to the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ling Momo slowly turned her head and saw Chen Wanru, smiling gently, "Wanru, you’re awake? Have some congee."

As she spoke, Ling Momo took a bowl and ladled out some congee.