Jiang Cheng confidently accepted the compliment.
The two parted ways from there.
Jiang Cheng returned to the courtyard reeking of alcohol, where Shen Que, dressed in pajamas, was waiting for her.
"I have some stomach-warming porridge. Would you like some?"
Shen Que took the bag from Jiang Cheng's hand and brought her slippers to swap her high heels.
The moment she took off her high heels, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but let out a little groan.
"You know, these high heels... they look nice, but wearing them is so exhausting."
Shen Que massaged Jiang Cheng's feet.
"Does our President Jiang really need high heels to outshine others?"
"You don't understand, the high feeling is different, and they do look good, make my legs look extra long."
Shen Que massaged Jiang Cheng's calves, and after a while, went to get hot water for her to soak her feet.
Jiang Cheng lounged lazily on the sofa, her fingers touching Shen Que's hair: "That's my carefully chosen husband for you, so good."
