Só Amo Minha Esposa Fofa: Querida, Entre no Jogo

“Mom, dinner is ready.” Lin Yan respectfully knocked on the heavy oak door before her, her voice soft and sweet.

The oak door was thick and solid; her knuckles ached slightly from the knock, but the sound was muted.

Madam Leng smiled warmly as she opened the door and came out, taking Lin Yan’s hand gently. Her voice was tender. “Yan Yan, why are your hands so cold?”

Lin Yan lowered her head slightly, pondering how to answer without seeming either overly sentimental or exaggerated, when a cool voice sounded from behind her, “She’s always been sensitive to the cold.”

Her heart tightened. Turning around, she saw Leng Mohan standing at the doorway, his pure white shirt immaculate, the collar slightly open without a tie, sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, and a dark gray suit draped over his arm. He looked at Lin Yan with a warm smile.

“Oh, Xiao Han, you’re back?” Madam Zhang emerged from the kitchen, a broad smile on her face. “I was just about to have Yan Yan call to ask when you’d be home and whether there’d still be food left for you. Didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

Listening to Madam Zhang’s chatter, Leng Mohan felt a sudden wave of nostalgia, as if he were still a teenager. Back then, Madam Zhang’s constant nagging filled his ears, and a young girl named Lin Yan would always call him, “Brother Han, Brother Han...”

Now she was his wife, yet she had never called him that way again.

“Madam Zhang,” Leng Mohan smiled lightly at her.

“You’re back,” Lin Yan said slowly as she approached the door, placing a pai