A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 624: I’ll take care of you!

Downstairs, Mu Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, playing games on her phone.

In the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans occasionally came through, and soon, waves of aromas wafted out.

She would occasionally glance toward the kitchen, causing her to lose focus on the game, and she had just been kicked out of the team by the captain.

Wherever he was, even if a wall separated them, she couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

Thinking about it, she realized how foolish she was for even considering separating from him.

If they really parted ways, even if he could handle it, could she?

Once there was someone who devoted himself to her wholeheartedly; how could she ever glance at someone else after that?

During those days and nights without him, she would likely only be able to lick her wounds silently.

If there was blame, it was because he treated her too well; her heart was filled with uncertainty and guilt, feeling she couldn’t bear the weight of his profound love.

But now she had come to understand that even if this love weighed more than a mountain, she must accept it.

Imagine one day, if he treated someone else this way, she would definitely go crazy.

About half an hour later, Jiang Jingheng came out of the kitchen with breakfast.

Even though it was just the two of them eating, he had made seven or eight different breakfasts, incredibly sumptuous.

Mu Yan ate a sandwich, feeling a bit choked, and drank a sip of pumpkin porridge, which was extremely fragrant and sweet.

She asked, "Did you make such delicious porridge in such a short time?"

"Made it last night, set a timer," Jiang Jingheng replied, "If you like it, have some more."

Mu Yan stared at him and smiled slightly; he was more meticulous in his actions than any other girl she knew.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jiang Jingheng asked.

Mu Yan chuckled lightly, "Because Mr. Jiang is a feast for the eyes."

"Not as much as Mrs. Jiang," Jiang Jingheng responded smoothly.

"Are we just flattering each other for business?" Mu Yan couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s just the truth."

Mu Yan laughed without saying anything further, placing a taro spring roll into his bowl, "This is tasty."

"Hmm." Jiang Jingheng picked up the spring roll and took a bite.

By the time they finished eating, it was almost noon.

Mu Yan asked, "Aren’t you going to the office today?"

"Nope." Jiang Jingheng sat on the sofa, holding his beloved woman with a very content and pleased expression.

Mu Yan looked at him and asked worriedly, "If you don’t go to work, won’t they find fault with you and bully you?"

Jiang Jingheng saw her cautious look, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Did she really think of him as a little lamb?

"Don’t worry, it’s fine," he said, "At worst, I’ll be demoted."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Mu Yan nodded and said, "Right, at worst, be demoted; don’t care about their opinions."

Jiang Jingheng looked at her amusedly, "If I’m unemployed, I won’t be able to support you."

"I don’t need you to support me, I’ll support you!" Mu Yan said earnestly.

Right now, her acting fees were still pretty good, and the flower shop was doing well and wouldn’t have a low income.

Of course, it wouldn’t allow him to live as freely as before, but she would work hard.

Jiang Jingheng saw through her thoughts just from her look, grasping her hand solemnly, "Providing for the family is a man’s duty. I won’t let you suffer."

"Mm." Mu Yan nodded with a smile.

Men never want to be supported by women, she understood, but she would work hard too.

Jiang Jingheng didn’t go to work, so the two of them spent the entire day snuggled together without a care.

In the afternoon, Mu Yan took a nap, and when she woke up, it was almost dark, and the spot beside her on the bed was empty.

She turned on the light and sat up, preparing to go downstairs. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a black leather notebook on the bedside table, looking somewhat worn and aged.

If it wasn’t hers, then it must be Jiang Jingheng’s.

Could it be a diary? Her hand instinctively reached for the notebook.