Chapter 11: A Mother’s Jealousy
Eating breakfast—
At the head of the table, Hei Long sat beside his wife, Qing Yue.
He held a pair of chopsticks with surprising gentleness, lifting a piece of fish and bringing it to her lips.
Qing Yue flushed faintly but obediently leaned forward to accept the bite, her gaze flickering nervously around.
Raised in seclusion and groomed to be quiet, graceful, and reserved, she had never once imagined being publicly doted upon like this.
Yet... she didn't hate it.
In fact, she liked it.
A lot.
Though her cheeks glowed pink with embarrassment, there was a subtle upward curve to her lips that gave her away.
She was trying very hard not to smile too obviously.
However, the entire sweet display did not go unnoticed.