Lin Qiao looked at him, puzzled.
Song Tingfan didn't respond, instead, he gently placed the red cloth veil from the bed onto her head and slowly lifted it.
The woman's chin, nose, eyes, and forehead were revealed until her entire face was exposed.
Lin Qiao was stunned by his actions, lifting her gaze to stare at him, as she heard the man's deep voice in her ear, "My wife."
If you listen carefully, you can hear the tremor in his voice.
Upon hearing these two words, Lin Qiao's mind seemed to explode, and she began to cough, "cough cough cough."
"Tingfan, cough, just call me by my name."
She couldn't handle him calling her 'wife,' though 'mother' was acceptable.
There was a brief flash of disappointment in Song Tingfan's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, "Newlyweds should refer to each other, you should call me... husband."
Lin Qiao was unfamiliar with the customs here and instinctively believed it, as it wasn't an unreasonable request.
