Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 448 Feeling dizzy and exhausted

Ning Yao was really exhausted and slept fitfully the whole time.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she caught a whiff of the sweet, refreshing fragrance of flowers in the garden of the Wen family's old mansion.

Ning Yao rubbed her eyes, and before she could even open them, the first thing she felt was someone leaning in and kissing her on the lips.

Without even thinking, Ning Yao knew it was Wen Tingye. She opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy from just waking up, misty with a hint of moisture.

Wen Tingye was lying diagonally beside her, propping his face up with his hand, the corners of his lips gradually widening, his smile impossible to hide.

Ning Yao stared at the man's handsome face, suddenly stunned, and a sentence popped into her mind: "His smile is so sly..."

The woman stretched out her arms, hugged her blanket tightly, and asked curiously, "When did you wake up?"

What she really wanted to ask was what time it was, because the light outside the window didn't seem like morning at all.

She had known all along that Wen Tingye's promise to send her to school was a lie.

"It's seven o'clock. I have some official business to attend to. I'll take care of it while you're asleep." As Wen Tingye spoke, he reached out and pinched Ning Yao's cheek. It was soft and plump, full of collagen, and felt so good to touch.

I used to think only children's faces could be so elastic, but it turns out that women can too, as long as they take good care of themselves.

"Why didn't you wake me up? You promised to take me to school..."

Ning Yao threw off the covers with a mournful expression, lamenting that she would have to spend extra time making up for her credits, otherwise she feared she would never be able to graduate smoothly.

"I've already spoken to the school, so it won't count as an absence and won't affect your credits." Wen Tingye looked at the woman in front of him with affection.

He dotes on his wife.

Since a large sum of money has been invested in the construction of the school, it is only an occasional exercise of the investor's rights, which is harmless.

Ning Yao got out of bed, slowly walked into the bathroom, put her hair up, and began to wash her face.

Ning Yao froze the moment her fingers touched her cheek.

She curiously poked her head out of the bathroom and looked at the man who had also gotten up and was now standing by the bed.

"While I was asleep, did you steal kisses from me many times?" The woman's voice was cold, with a hint of resentment.

Wen Tingye curled his lips into a wicked smile and twitched his eyebrows. He did not answer Ning Yao's question, but that was tantamount to acquiescing.

"No wonder I smelled saliva on my face," the young woman muttered to herself as she turned and went back to the bathroom to carefully clean her face.

"..." Wen Tingye's smile froze instantly as he stood by the bed. He hadn't expected Ning Yao to be so direct in her disdain for him.

Was it really necessary? He brushed his teeth before he stole a kiss from Ning Yao, and besides, it wasn't really stealing a kiss.

He kissed her openly and honestly, but Ning Yao was too asleep to realize it. After she woke up, he kissed her just the same way.

He always kisses with his lips, never with his tongue like he would lick an ice cream cone.

Does Ning Yao have a dog's nose on her face?

Ning Yao quickly got ready and went downstairs. At this time, the old lady and the old man had already left, and the two children had gone to school. In the entire Wen family mansion, there was only her and Wen Tingye, along with the butler and servants.

"Wontons? I made some myself and will cook them for you. What flavor do you want?" Wen Tingye held Ning Yao's hand, which he had been holding since they came out of the bedroom. His voice was incredibly deep, a powerful baritone.

Ning Yao turned her head to look at Wen Tingye as if possessed, and found that when he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed in a particularly sexy way, and his thin lips opened and closed with a small curve. His facial expression and demeanor made him appear both noble and arrogant.

If someone else said this, they probably wouldn't be able to express the feeling; it would sound more like a simp boyfriend.

But when Wen Tingye said these words, he didn't seem humble or ingratiating. Instead, he seemed to be condescending, making people feel unworthy of him.

Ning Yao awkwardly shook off these strange thoughts...

It's perfectly normal for a boyfriend to cook wontons for his girlfriend. What's wrong with that?

"I'm craving spicy, mildly spicy red oil wontons, and I'm also craving clear soup ones," Ning Yao said, smacking her lips like a little glutton.

She had slept for too long and hadn't eaten for two meals, so she was indeed hungry now.

Wen Tingye smiled and tightened his grip on the woman's fingers, his tone full of indulgence: "Then make a little of everything, and I'll eat with you."

He had already eaten a lot while making wontons, so he wasn't hungry now, but he didn't want Ning Yao to eat alone.

Thinking that having someone else to eat with would improve Ning Yao's appetite.

Ning Yao noticed that servants were passing by from time to time, and she felt somewhat embarrassed that people were seeing them holding hands so affectionately.

She wanted to let go and go her own way, but Wen Tingye held on tightly and showed no intention of letting go.

After walking for a while, Ning Yao got used to it and stopped struggling, letting Wen Tingye lead her.

After entering the kitchen, Wen Tingye methodically rolled up his shirt sleeves, took out the wontons he had wrapped in plastic wrap from the refrigerator, and took them out one by one, uncovering them to look at the fillings.

The young woman stood idly to the side, acting as a mascot. She subconsciously pursed her lips and asked in a cool voice, "You got up to handle official business and then went to make wontons for me. Aren't you tired?"

The term 'time management' naturally popped into my head.

A while ago, a celebrity got into trouble. He's in the entertainment industry and has many girlfriends, both inside and outside the industry. He spends his days with one of them and his nights with two or three of them, earning him the nickname "time management master" from netizens.

It seems Wen Tingye also has the potential to be a time management master. Ning Yao pouted and gave the energetic Wen Tingye a meaningful look.

I don't know what kind of structure he's made of. He usually only needs four hours of sleep, but when he gets busy, he probably gets even less rest.

Wen Tingye is a mortal, not an immortal. He can't keep acting like this forever; he'll suffer the consequences when he gets old.

When his health deteriorates, won't she have to take care of him wholeheartedly?

After thinking about it, Ning Yao decided to set a proper rest schedule for Wen Tingye so that he could balance work and health to the greatest extent possible.

It's not that I care about him, it's just that I'm afraid he'll cause me trouble when I get old!

"Go wait outside, it'll be ready soon," Wen Tingye said, reaching out and easily taking a finely crafted strainer from the side.

Wen Tingye is tall and slender with straight shoulders. In the past, when chefs and servants stood in the kitchen, they always felt that the kitchen was spacious and the ceiling was quite high.

But now that Wen Tingye has stepped inside, it's as if the ceiling in the kitchen has suddenly become a few inches lower.

A servant passing by witnessed this scene and was astonished, never expecting that their ethereal young master would actually enter the kitchen.

I thought my son would just sit in the restaurant and wait to eat. After all, we spent so much money to hire a three-Michelin-starred chef. It would be a waste to leave him there and do everything myself.

The servants, not understanding their master's thoughts, silently guessed: Perhaps the young master just wanted to win Miss Ning Yao's favor?

Young Master really puts in a lot of effort; Miss Ning Yao is truly blessed!

Ning Yao and Wen Tingye had no idea what the servants were thinking, each lost in their own thoughts.

Ning Yao did not follow the instructions to leave the kitchen and wait for the food. Instead, she smiled and took a few steps forward, choosing to stay. She reached out from behind Wen Tingye and hugged his waist.

The man's waist was very strong, and his taut muscles were within reach. Even through his shirt, Ning Yao could feel how real his waist was.

Wen Tingye noticed the little woman's movements behind him, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Ning Yao was too embarrassed to look at Wen Tingye's expression, so she buried her face in the man's back and unconsciously raised the corners of her lips as well.