Ji Shiting felt that this woman might bite him if he didn’t agree.
He chuckled and shook his coat. “It’s my jacket that’s wet. I won’t catch a cold.”
Ye Shengge felt her eyes burning.
Ling Yutong appeared delighted. “That’s right. Shiting, take off your jacket. I’ll hang it up for you. It’ll dry soon.”
Ji Shiting looked pensive.
Ye Shengge felt her heart clench and found it difficult to breathe.
Perhaps it was because of the man’s attitude, or perhaps it was because he had given her the wrong impression. She had never thought that he would abandon her and choose Ling Yutong, but she never imagined that he was really hesitating.
At that moment, she wasn’t just furious, but also terrified.
p、A,nd A-n、o、ve,1 Ji Shiting saw the woman’s pale face and widened eyes, and his heart softened. He was about to say something, but Ye Shengge lifted the teapot again, took off the cover, and poured all the water on the man.
Ji Shiting’s jacket, cashmere sweater, and pants were all soaked, and his sweater was stained with tea leaves.
“Ah!” Ling Yutong shrieked. “You’re too much!”
“What about now?” Ye Shengge ignored Ling Yutong’s yelling and looked at Ji Shiting coldly. “Do you want to head back and change your clothes?”
Ji Shiting’s lips twitched.
“Why… Why did you do this to Shiting?” Ling Yutong stood up. “I know you don’t like me meeting Shiting. But if you have any grievances, just come at me!”
“It’s none of your business how I discipline my own man!” Ye Shengge glared at her.
Ling Yutong was rendered speechless.
Ye Shengge was furious. She gritted her teeth and thought that no matter what the man chose, she was still his wife.
She hadn’t been confident in facing Ji Shiting because she needed his help, so even if they were already married, she didn’t dare to ask him to be a husband.
However, she didn’t care about the birthmark, the future of the studio, or even her career in the entertainment world anymore.
She had to take that man away today no matter what.
She stared at Ji Shiting with a determined look on her face.
Ji Shiting hadn’t expected her reaction to be so intense. He looked up at her and smiled.
Ye Shengge was about to explode.
“Okay,” the man finally said. “Let’s go back to the office first and we’ll head home together tonight.”
The man’s gentle voice extinguished the anger in her heart.
Ye Shengge felt her eyes burning. She tried to suppress her tears and grunted an acknowledgment.
Ji Shiting took the teapot from her and put it on the desk. He stood up and hugged her, “I’ll let you discipline me when we get back, okay?”
He sounded amused.
His 180 degree change had been so abrupt that Ye Shengge couldn’t react in time.
At the side, Ling Yutong stood with a dumbfounded look on her face.
