In the evening, Lord Zhuo returned; with the approach of the Spring Festival, there were many matters to attend to.
Coming home and seeing his dear wife already preparing dinner, he felt all the fatigue of the day vanish.
After dinner, Ningyan reported to him about Shuang'er and the child's situation.
Zhuo Junyue was naturally attentive, as they were his closest kin.
"You don't need to worry; all those people have been eliminated. The assassin organization and the research institute are under our control; no one will threaten their safety."
"Husband, you really work hard."
Ningyan couldn't help but lean against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Zhuo Junyue reached out to rub her head; this little one had just showered and carried the faint scent of body wash, which smelled wonderful.
"It's not hard at all. As long as you all are happy, that's my happiness too."
Ningyan couldn't resist leaning over and gently kissed him, "Honey, your reward."
