“Yeah, so what?” Bei Jing didn’t think anything was wrong.

"..." Bei Feng's hand trembled and he almost dropped his phone. Ouch.

My own younger sister even asked what was wrong. She's as carefree as ever!

"Jingjing, you should thank them properly, you know?" Beifeng silently rubbed his forehead.

"Huh? Thank you to whom? Junchen?" Bei Jing tilted his head, looking at his and Junchen's hands clasped together.

"Yes, after all, he can be considered your elder."

Junchen is six years older than Jingjing, so it's not an exaggeration to call him "big brother".

The phone was on speakerphone, so Junchen naturally heard what Beifeng said.

His aloof and dignified face darkened instantly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed involuntarily.

No, what's wrong? What's wrong? So what if I'm six years older than my wife?

Am I really that old?! He's so angry!

Seeing Junchen's darkening expression, Bei Jing suppressed the urge to laugh.

"Okay, bro. You should get some rest. I'm hanging up now."

She needs to appease her angry, irritable husband. Hahaha~

"Okay, I'll be back in a few days. Take care of yourself."

Although I wanted to chat with my younger sister, I realized it was getting late and I didn't want to disturb her rest.

"Okay, I understand. Let me know in advance when you're coming back, and I'll pick you up. Take care of yourself too!"

Bei Feng's concern warmed Bei Jing's heart. His older brother had always doted on him since childhood. It was so good to have an older brother.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm hanging up." She raised her hand and wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eye.

Waaaaah~ My little sister is so thoughtful, she even knows how to care for her brother!

The call ended with a "beep beep beep," and before Bei Jing could even put down his phone, someone hugged him tightly.

"Wife, will you think I'm too old?" Junchen's voice was muffled, and a little hesitant.

Bei Jing's heart softened for a moment. She turned around, pinched Jun Chen's handsome face, and answered jokingly.

"Yes." A playful smile graced Bei Jing's delicate and pretty face; she wanted to tease Jun Chen, this kissing maniac.

"Oh." Junchen's voice was even more muffled, tinged with disappointment and sadness.

The grip around his waist loosened and tightened again, Junchen's deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of domineering.

"It's too late to complain now, you're already my wife, there's no escaping you. I won't let you run away from me."

His slightly obsessive, childlike tone made Bei Jing's heart tighten.

She reached out and hugged the man's firm waist, patting his back comfortingly.

"Yes, I won't leave you. I'll always stay by your side."

She didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment; if she had to say, she would probably say she was moved.

I remember the first time I met Junchen was at my own company.

She was sent by her mother to deliver lunch to her older brother, and when she opened the office door, she saw Junchen.

He sat on the white sofa, dressed impeccably in a well-tailored black suit.

She exuded a coldness and aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

His aloof and noble face was expressionless, and his dark brown eyes were deep, like an abyss with no end in sight.

So much so that my first impression of Junchen was that he was a giant ice block robot.

"Pfft," Bei Jing couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

"What are you laughing at, honey?" Jun Chen was initially deeply moved and touched by his wife's declaration of love.

And then this little guy ruined the mood! What an insensitive little fellow.