Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

Chapter 193 - How Well My Wife Knows My Preferences



Chapter 193: How Well My Wife Knows My Preferences

Yao Tiao let out a cackle. “Boss Mo, please spare me some time with your wife. Come on, Xiao Ruo. Step out with me for a bit.” She then got up and moved to drag her friend out of the shop.

Mo Jiangye grabbed hold of his wife’s hand at once. “What are you doing?”

“You want to hear about women’s affairs?”

“Go on.” He was all ears.

“I’ll be right back.” Ye Erruo pried his hand away.

Outside the roast duck store…

“What’s the matter?” she asked in puzzlement.

“Xiao Ruo, we’re besties, aren’t we? Surely, you wouldn’t mind if I earned some pocket change with your photo rights?”

The woman did not understand what her friend was trying to say.

“Here, here…” Her friend beckoned to the lawyer, who had stepped out of the shop as well.

“Let’s take a photo together, sis-in-law.”

The corners of her lips twitched. Is this why she asked me to come out?

“Sis-in-law? You’re not going back on your word now, are you?”

“Why would I do that?” She smiled and stepped forward to take numerous shots with him.

“That’s enough, thank you!” Lawyer Zhang was grinning from ear to ear.

Immediately, he posted the photos he had taken with his sister-in-law to his social media page and tweeted, “I had lunch with boss and our beautiful sister-in-law today. The two of them are a perfect match.”

Oh, ho ho… Yao Tiao could hardly close her mouth as she giggled at the thought of how easily she had earned some big bucks.

As soon as those photos were published, the lawyer received countless comments under his post and text message alerts on his phone.

Meanwhile, in the shop, Mo Jiangye’s lips lifted as he leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. His wife had just stepped out of the shop, followed by a certain man. How could he possibly not know what they were up to? He simply chose to let them be.

However, when the trio came back into the shop, someone else was tagging along with them.

“Who brought him in?” His mood instantly soured when he saw that person.

Ye Erruo’s lips were pursed as she made her way over to her husband. “We happened to meet Bo Jinyan outside, so I invited him to join us for a meal. I owe him a treat anyway.”

“Did I approve of you treating him or him entering the shop?” Cold air surrounded him.

She wrapped her arms around his and whispered softly to him, “I’d have to give him a treat sooner or later. I can’t possibly be so petty as to deny my savior a treat, don’t you think so?”

“No, I think otherwise.” He was filled with animosity for the other man.

“Mo Jiangye.” Her voice rose a little sharply in dissatisfaction.

“Just this once then,” he whispered into her ear.

Some stroke of luck it is to be meeting this chap everywhere we go, huh… What a d*mned coincidence.

“Please take a seat, Mr. Bo.” Mo Jiangye reached out to pull his wife into her seat as he spoke in an extremely arrogant tone.

Yao Tiao and Lawyer Zhang, on the other hand, silently took their seats in the corner. The air around the table was charged with an undercurrent of tension.

“What would you like to eat? Please feel free to order whatever you like.” Ye Erruo pushed the menu toward Bo Jinyan.

“I’ll eat whatever you like. You can place the order instead.” The man flashed her an ambiguous smile.

“You’re still coughing, though, so you should avoid eating roast duck,” he reminded her when he noticed the pieces of duck meat on her plate.

Mo Jiangye’s eyes instantly dimmed. This man is being affectionate with my woman in front of me now?

“I have almost recovered, so it’s fine if I eat a few pieces. You should order your own food, as the dishes that I’m eating are my husband’s favorites. He prefers food that is lighter in taste, so you might not be used to eating this food,” said the woman, who felt a strong desire to survive.

He coiled his arm around her waist and lifted her hand to give it a peck. “How well my wife knows my preferences.”


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