The pace of life in this provincial capital city isn’t much easier than in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou.

However, at 6:30 in the morning, Wen Yang had already opened his eyes, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

He carefully pulled his arm away from his wife’s head, but his gaze uncontrollably fell on his little wife, who was only wearing a thin nightgown.

Her well-formed body was covered with a layer of messy, sheer fabric, and just a glance made Wen Yang’s eyes redden.

It was terribly uncomfortable.

After two days of rest to conserve energy, who knew how he managed to fall asleep during those two days?

Normally, he’d have done some morning exercises, even if it meant waking Ning Chu up and getting a few slaps afterward.