My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Tan Zhenghong immediately jumped out of bed, grabbing Qiao Duo’er’s hand, "Wife, there’s still water in the kettle. I just boiled it."

Qiao Duo’er helplessly curled her lips, saying that Tan Zhenghong jumped out of bed, and that wasn’t an unjust accusation at all, he seemed to have leaped to her side in an instant.

This is called human potential, right?

Tan Zhenghong considerately poured Qiao Duo’er a cup of water and even tested the temperature first.

"Wife, it’s not hot, just the right temperature to drink."

Actually, Qiao Duo’er had just finished drinking red date tea and wasn’t thirsty at all.

But under Tan Zhenghong’s eager gaze, she could only brace herself and drink.

Like the peasant families they were, their cups were just as honest, and after drinking, Qiao Duo’er felt her belly was full of water.

Touching her bulging stomach, she silently cursed Tan Zhenghong a few times in her mind.

How come he’s so honest right now?