They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Lin Yaoyao sent a message in her group chat with her best friends.

"Ladies, I have something to tell you all: Jiang Han and I are officially together!"

She waited for the group's reaction.

As she had anticipated, Xiao Xiao would be very excited, Liu Meng would press for details, Xia Yutong would pretend not to care but then secretly ask, and Shen Qingning would at least make a sarcastic remark.

After waiting for half a minute, no one spoke.

Lin Yaoyao posted another message: "I'm serious."

Xiao Xiao replied with an eye-rolling emoji.

Liu Meng added, "I know, I know, Jiang Han is your boyfriend."

Xia Yutong went even further: "Let's not argue anymore, let's all just become Jiang Han's girlfriends."

Even Shen Qingning only replied with an "oh".

Lin Yaoyao stared at the screen, stunned for a long while.

The shepherd boy cried wolf every time, but after a while, no one believed him anymore.

She had indeed said it too many times in the group chat before, such as Jiang Han complimenting my looks today, Jiang Han treating me to dinner, and Jiang Han looking at me.

It's always just speculation, and nothing ever comes of it.

The sisters went from being excited at the beginning, to being perfunctory, and now to completely disbelieving.

This time it's for real!

Lin Yaoyao opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Qiu Siyao, sitting next to her, noticed her expression was off and leaned over to glance at the screen.

"Sister Yaoyao, we just need to live a good life with our husbands, why should we care about what other people think?"

"That's true." Lin Yaoyao relaxed her brows and put down her phone.

It's the weekend, and the two of them are wearing loungewear and lounging on the sofa.

The TV was on, showing a variety show, but nobody was really watching it.

There were sliced ​​fruit and two glasses of lemonade on the coffee table.

"Siyao." Lin Yaoyao suddenly smiled.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

How many do you plan to get?

Qiu Siyao didn't react immediately: "What, how many?"

"My child! Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Qiu Siyao's face flushed red: "I...I haven't thought about this yet."

"Hehehe, I've made up my mind. I want to have five babies for Jiang Han, preferably three boys and two girls."

Qiu Siyao blushed as she listened to Lin Yaoyao excitedly recount her extraordinary experience of trying to conceive since she was eighteen.

What to do if you drink soy milk every day, what to calculate your ovulation period, what to eat to have a boy.

They spoke eloquently and logically, with a complete set of arguments.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"What's there to be ashamed of? It's only natural to have children with your own man."

Qiu Siyao leaned back on the sofa without replying, listening to Lin Yaoyao's rambling on beside her, and suddenly felt very at ease.

Making a good life together as a family is more important than anything else.

She had no grand ambitions; she just wanted to be an obedient little woman behind a man.

Being loved and cared for means you don't have to worry about much.

Although Jiang Han made it clear that he couldn't give her a formal title, apart from that, he was an impeccable boyfriend.

Being rich, good-looking, and talented is good for them too.

The second floor of the villa.

Jiang Han was holed up in his study, with several sheets of A4 paper spread out in front of him, covered with dense writing.

He was trying to copy songs from his memories of his past life.

Mao Buyi has already released four new songs, and he has written five more himself.

There are nine songs in total, which is three more than enough for an album.

He lay on the table for a long time, thinking, and then wrote half a poem.

After several attempts, I finally managed to put together a chorus.

"Damn, even though I listen to a lot of songs, it still takes a lot of memory to completely reproduce them."

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, twirling his pen.

Since taking over Xingyue Media, both its music and film/television lines have been doing well.

As Mao Buyi released several songs, public opinion began to ferment.

He has been hailed as a rising star among new generation singers and creative talents, and his reputation in the industry has gradually grown, making him a popular figure in the current music scene.

Fortunately, Mao Mao is not ostentatious. When she doesn't have any engagements, she still comes to the company to clock in every day, writes songs at her workstation, and eats in the cafeteria with her colleagues.

Unlike some people who start acting like divas as soon as they become famous.

The TV series "The Immortal's Destiny" is also performing well, with two episodes released daily and a considerable number of regular viewers.

The Douban rating rose from 8.5 when it premiered to 9.1, which is quite impressive for a new drama that is still airing.

This means that Jiang Han's two main projects after taking over Xingyue Media have achieved good results.

The entire company highly recognizes the new boss's management capabilities.

Those veteran employees who initially kept an eye on things are now completely convinced.

The gossip about rich kids messing around has long since died down.

"Siyao, what do you think your husband is doing right now?"

"His study, I suppose. He usually spends his weekends there."

"Let's go and bring him some fruit."

Lin Yaoyao jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the fruit platter, and ran upstairs.

Qiu Siyao followed behind, carrying a glass of warm water.

When the two pushed open the study door, Jiang Han was hunched over the table, writing and drawing.

"Honey, have some fruit."

Lin Yaoyao placed the fruit plate on the table and casually picked up the piece of paper he had written on and looked at it.

Qiu Siyao placed the warm water beside him and walked behind him to gently massage his shoulders.

Jiang Han put down his pen, put his left arm around Qiu Siyao's waist, and pinched Lin Yaoyao's cheek with his right hand.

What should we eat tonight?

"Hot pot," Lin Yaoyao blurted out.

"Didn't you say you shouldn't eat hot pot after exercising?" Jiang Han asked with a smile.

The word "sports" instantly struck a chord with the two women. Having spent a long time with Jiang Han, they had come to understand the special meanings behind many words.

"Ugh, I hate it!"

Qiu Siyao let go of her hand and went to the kitchen to check the ingredients.

Lin Yaoyao lingered in the study, flipping through the lyrics Jiang Han had recently written.

"Honey, did you come up with all these songs yourself?"

She adapted to her new identity very quickly, naturally using affectionate nicknames.

After all, she had been preparing for many years and had already rehearsed the image of a virtuous wife and loving mother countless times in her mind.

With each call, Lin Yaoyao felt a sweet and delightful sensation in her heart.

"Honey, aren't you a genius?"

"Right? Do you like it?" Jiang Han joked.

"I absolutely love it!"

After giving herself to him, Lin Yaoyao made no attempt to hide her undisguised love.

"Then... shall I pinch the bunny?"

At this moment, only the two of them remained in the study, and Jiang Han's hands began to wander.

Lin Yaoyao feigned annoyance, but her body did not resist. She obediently sat on Jiang Han's lap, letting him enjoy her as he pleased.

Although she and Qiu Siyao had a harmonious sisterly relationship, she would secretly enjoy being intimate with her husband behind her back.

Lin Yaoyao wrapped her arms around Jiang Han's neck and pressed his face into her chest.

"I'm so bored."

"I'll keep you cooped up, cooped you up to death! So you can bully us in bed!"

Jiang Han didn't struggle; he buried his nose in her chest and smelled the scent of her shower gel.

Lin Yaoyao looked down at him, her heart pounding.

Even though she's already his, she still gets nervous when they're close together.

"husband!"

"Um?"

"It's nothing, I just like calling your name!"

Lin Yaoyao's face was filled with satisfied joy; she finally understood the lesson her mother had taught her from childhood.

Women are happiest when they embrace love.