***
The relationship between her and Feng Qinglang was something outsiders couldn't understand.
Of course, neither could the two of them.
Ever since the incident in Africa, from Feng Qinglang's anxiety and care for her, she knew that they were like grasshoppers tied to the same rope, inseparable.
However, once she recovered, he returned to his original demeanor.
Seeing Feng Qinglang like this, her pride made her also resume her indifferent attitude.
The two of them reverted to being that couple in others' eyes who didn't like each other yet were tied together.
Seeing Leng Wanxin, Mai Duoduo scoffed, "Isn't it the case? You simply don't deserve to be Qinglang's wife."
"Hehe, little sister Mai Duoduo, if I'm not worthy, then who is? You?"
Leng Wanxin sneered, walked to Feng Qinglang's side, directly wrapped her arm around his, and kissed his cheek forcefully, "Even if I'm not worthy, he's currently my husband."
"How dare you kiss my brother Qinglang!"
