“What’s the matter? Is something wrong?” Meng Ruoting was taken aback and her eyes darted from Ye Lanchen to Chu Wuyou. She realized the awkwardness in the air, judging by the darkened expression on Ye Lanchen’s face.
Ye Lanchen refused to comment but continued glaring at Chu Wuyou as if he was expecting an answer from the latter.
“Um, I’ll return to my room and leave you two alone.” Chu Wuyou assumed she should make herself scarce at a time like this. She could not stay here to be the unwanted third guest.
Chu Wuyou mumbled quickly and dashed upstairs to her room before Ye Lanchen could say anything.
His face overcast with frustration within seconds.
“Who is she, if not the housekeeper?” Meng Ruoting realized she must have mistaken that woman’s identity as soon as she noticed the gloomy expression on his face. He appeared as if someone had dug out his ancestor’s grave. Evidently, that woman was not the new housekeeper.
It was Meng Ruoting who came up with that conclusion. That woman had not explicitly agreed with her.
“Your partner?”
“Lover?”
“Girlfriend?”
Meng Ruoting started the guessing game without waiting for Ye Lanchen to reply. In fact, she was not expecting an answer from him. She knew him well enough to know that he normally retreated to silence when being posed with questions like these.
“I’m married,” Ye Lanchen confessed to interrupt her guessing game. All her estimations were wrong anyway.
“You? You’re married?” Meng Ruoting could not help but shriek. Her face was washed over by disbelief as the truth was completely out of her expectation.
Meng Ruoting gulped back her surprise. She blinked back as if suddenly arriving at a conclusion. “So, she’s your young wife?”
What did she mean by young wife? He was not that old, was he? He was only four years older than her.
Of course, he did not deny it and Meng Ruoting realized she had made the correct guess this time. She attempted a sardonic smile all of a sudden. “Why do I feel like your young wife is not really into you? It seems like she’s deliberately trying to match us up.”
“You’re talking too much.” Ye Lanchen threw her a cold glance. His threatening tone was laced with evident intimidation.
That damn woman had made it extremely clear and he did not want Meng Ruoting to remind him of the obvious.
Right at this moment, he had the urge to strangle that damn woman.
He felt even more frustrated when he noticed Meng Ruoting had finished devouring all the food on the table.
He did not have the opportunity to try his wife’s cooking yet even an outsider was more fortunate than him.
“Hey, are you mad at me now? I’m just messing with you. You were not this moody before.” A hint of excitement flashed across Meng Ruoting’s eyes as if she had discovered the New World.
It usually took more than this to anger him.
However, it was obvious that he was actually annoyed this time, all because of a trivial matter.
“Is it possible that she behaves this way because of another reason? What do you think?” Satisfied of her full belly, Meng Ruoting’s curiosity was piqued.
Ye Lanchen regarded her with indifference yet his eyebrows were locked into a slight frown. He failed to comprehend the meaning behind her sudden remark.
“Do you think that she’s actually jealous but only pretending to be nonchalant? And now she’s retreated to the room, feeling deeply hurt?” Meng Ruoting thought this was highly likely to be true. After all, he was an excellent man irresistible to most women.
This caught Ye Lanchen by surprise. He regarded Meng Ruoting once more before heading upstairs in great strides.
