Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Slice-of-Life 4: Xia Wanzhi, I’m Angry

Xia Wanzhi got drunk easily, especially tonight, when this drinking party was to celebrate Yun Li releasing a new single after so many years.

She was happy, and more than willing to drink with Yun Li to her heart’s content.

After working overtime, Xie Qiyan and Jiang Baichuan arrived at the karaoke bar one after the other, neither of them looking particularly pleased with the other.

“Your wife went drinking and didn’t invite you?” Jiang Baichuan sneered.

“Your fiancée went drinking and didn’t invite you either, did she?” Xie Qiyan snorted coldly.

Inside the private room, Xia Wanzhi and Yun Li, who had texted their men and then collapsed drunkenly across the sofa, had long since lost consciousness.

Sensing the icy aura of the underworld radiating from Xie Qiyan, Jiang Baichuan patted him on the shoulder, then took the lead in scooping up his own fiancée. He explained, “I bought out this karaoke bar. Yun Li is the boss here now, so there’s no need to worry about safety. My people will take good care of everything.”

Xia Wanzhi, still sprawled on the sofa, had not completely passed out. Hearing voices, she reflexively raised the wine bottle still in her hand and giggled foolishly. “Drink!”

Xie Qiyan sighed helplessly and reminded Jiang Baichuan, “Your fiancée is probably hiding some big happy news from you.”

Judging from Xia Wanzhi’s state, whatever they had been drinking tonight was probably meant to liven things up.

Jiang Baichuan, already at the door, gritted his teeth. “We’re in the same boat. Neither of us gets to provoke the other.”

Xie Qiyan: “…”

Sisters were always the first ones to share happiness with. Sooner or later, Xie Qiyan and Jiang Baichuan would have to get used to being pushed to the sidelines.

Supporting the waist of his own little wife, who was drunk as a skunk, Xie Qiyan pinched her slightly plumper cheek and nearly laughed from sheer exasperation.

That night, Teacher Mu Xia, whom countless netizens had been eagerly waiting for, finally posted on Weibo.

[Mu Xia V: What should I do if my wife likes to fool around with her bestie?]

[Mu Xia V: What can I do to make My Lady Wife realize I’m angry?]

He posted twice in a row. This time, it was not a public display of affection or feeding everyone dog food, but the number of comments was even higher than on the day he had announced his marriage.

There were far more comments mercilessly laughing at him than there were serious answers to his two questions.

[1F: No, wait, let me laugh for a bit first. Hahahahahahahahahaha…]

[27F: So, like, Teacher Mu Xia’s account hasn’t been hacked, right? The legendary CEO of Xie Corporation, known as the King of Hell on earth, is actually posting on Weibo to ask netizens for help because he’s jealous?]

[66F: First, besties are true love, and you might just be an accident. Second, get a little rougher in bed, and your wife will know you’re angry.]

[109F: Hahahaha, one round in bed settles all grudges!]

[300F: Isn’t it simple? Order some male models for the bestie, then she won’t have time to fool around with your wife.]

[678F: @Teacher Wanzi, this one’s for you.]

[10000F: One, introduce someone to the bestie. If she already has someone, form an alliance with the bestie’s partner. Two, men who act spoiled have the best lives. Whatever you do, don’t sulk just because you’re jealous! Unless you’re not afraid of your wife running away!]

…

There were tens of thousands of comments. Xie Qiyan had no way to read them all, but he still managed to find a few that could serve as reference.

A hangover came with a headache. Because Xia Wanzhi had a biological clock, she did not wake up too late the next morning. Bright and early, Xie Qiyan waited on her hand and foot, bringing her tea and water, making sure she drank her hangover soup and finished breakfast.

“I don’t think I replied to your message last night.” Xia Wanzhi blinked at him, looking pitiful, delicate, and innocent.

“Mm.” Xie Qiyan watched her finish her milk, then began clearing the dining table.

Xia Wanzhi’s gaze followed him. She turned around and hooked both her little paws over the back of her chair. “I have to go to the Studio later.”
Xie Qiyan lifted his eyes to look at her. After a long pause, he finally replied, “Mm.”

Xia Wanzhi: “…”

Oh no. She’d hit a steel wall.

It hadn’t even been a month since the wedding, and at night, the two of them could never quite control themselves from getting all tangled up in newlywed sweetness. So lately, they had been staying at Lanting Bieyuan and hadn’t dared to go back to Qingcheng Villa.

For one thing, with the elders living under the same roof, Xia Wanzhi couldn’t let herself relax. For another, after a night of intimacy, Xia Wanzhi had the habit of sleeping until noon.

The elders might not say anything, but Xia Wanzhi would imagine plenty on her own. She was thin-skinned, too.

When it came to Xia Wanzhi, Xie Qiyan was considerate in every detail.

After changing, Xia Wanzhi dawdled her way out the door, silently calculating how she should coax him.

The elevator went straight down to the underground garage. The young couple walked one after the other.

Xia Wanzhi was in front. Xie Qiyan was behind.

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Xia Wanzhi walked backward as she looked at him.

Xie Qiyan frowned slightly, worried she would bump into something. “Walk properly.”

Xia Wanzhi swung her hand out by habit. “Carry my bag for me.”

Xie Qiyan was helpless. In the end, he simply came clean. “Xia Wanzhi, I’m angry.”

Xia Wanzhi blinked, stopped, and stretched her hand toward him. Holding back a smile, she softened her voice. “My arm is sore.”

Of course she knew he was angry. Although she wasn’t sure exactly what had set him off today, he was her man, after all. She had to coax him a little.

Whatever it was, she’d coax him first and ask questions later.

“Spoiled.” It took only three seconds for Xie Qiyan to step forward. After taking her bag, he held that slender section of her arm. “I’ll rub it for you.”

She was his. No matter how spoiled she was, he was the one who had indulged her that way.

Xia Wanzhi naturally hooked her arm through his and walked pressed close against him. “When I saw your message last night, I’d already had too much to drink. My brain wanted to reply to you, but my hands didn’t listen. Don’t be mad.”

“Besides, I couldn’t have picked you up when I was drunk, right?” Xia Wanzhi explained with perfect confidence. “And I haven’t gone singing with Yun Li in ages. You should be a little more generous. Don’t get jealous over Yun Li, because you can’t beat her…”

Xie Qiyan had just been about to open the passenger door. At her words, every movement of his stopped at once. He stared straight at Xia Wanzhi as if demanding justice. “You think I’m angry because you spent time with Yun Li instead of me?”

Was he that petty?

Would he really get jealous over something like that?

Xia Wanzhi froze for a second and let out an “Ah?” “Isn’t that it?”

Xie Qiyan laughed in anger. He hung the chain of the woman’s bag over the crook of his arm, freeing both hands to grip Xia Wanzhi’s shoulders and press her against the car door. With an imposing air, he demanded an explanation. “I’m angry because two days ago, you were chatting and laughing with Qi Shi. And yesterday, Zhou Yu came to harass you, but you didn’t tell me…”

He had clearly sounded so forceful just a second ago, yet the more he spoke, the softer his tone became. By the end, there was even a hint of grievance in it.

Xia Wanzhi bit her lip lightly, but she couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Then you might as well be jealous of Yun Li. No one else even catches my eye.” Xia Wanzhi hooked a finger under his chin, leaned in, and brushed her lips against his. “One kiss?”

“This isn’t something one kiss can-”

Before he could finish, Xie Qiyan gave up on this accusation he had no real confidence in and kissed her with obvious enjoyment.

Xia Wanzhi: “…”

“Nothing else is more important than kissing my wife.” Xie Qiyan’s fingertip pressed lightly against Xia Wanzhi’s glossy red lips. His own kiss had put him in a good mood. “I forgive you.”

Xia Wanzhi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Somehow, she found this version of Xie Qiyan outrageously adorable. Curling a finger around the tie at his neck, she leaned in and rewarded him with another fragrant kiss.

“President Xie, have a little confidence.”

Stop getting jealous over every little thing.