"I went to Jufulou for breakfast today and packed some for you."

"I love Jufulou's breakfast the most. Since you've already bought it, could you bring it to me?"

"good."

As soon as Qiao Wanwan hung up the phone, she was pulled into a strong embrace by an arm.

"Good morning, Madam Zhan."

"Good morning." Qiao Wanwan was a little shy. "I need to get up now. Xiang Yang will bring me breakfast in a bit."

Zhan Jingting frowned. "Does our family need him to deliver breakfast?"

"No, he got it from Jufulou. The queue at Jufulou is at least an hour long. I always want to eat there but don't want to wait in line, so I had to eat there today."

"This is a one-time exception. It will not be allowed to happen again. Delivering breakfast is... crossing the line."

Qiao Wanwan pinched his cheek. "You're being too petty. Xiang Yang is my buddy. What's wrong with him bringing me breakfast? I used to make breakfast for him all the time when we were kids."

The man's face immediately turned cold. "You haven't even made me breakfast yet, Qiao Wanwan. I'm your husband."

Qiao Wanwan was both amused and exasperated. "I didn't say you weren't, but who told you to show up so late?"

Zhan Jingting's expression turned even uglier.

Qiao Wanwan cupped his face and kissed the corner of his lips. "Don't be upset. I'll get up now and make you breakfast, okay?"

The man's gloom dissipated considerably. "I appreciate the thought, but you don't need to make breakfast."

"Why? Didn't you say you'd never eaten it before?"

"I didn't marry you so you could do chores; if anyone should be serving you, it's me serving you."

Qiao Wanwan felt a sweet, rosy feeling welling up inside her. "So, how are you going to take care of me? Make me breakfast?"

“This kind of service is not presentable; let’s try a different approach.”

Before Qiao Wanwan could react, Zhan Jingting flipped her over and pinned her down, lowering his head to kiss her lips...