Translator: Yunyi
âGege~â
Song Yaoyao buried her head into the manâs neck and rubbed against it. Clearly, she did not want to explain.
Just as she was sticking to him, she heard a roguish voice.
Second Master Huo?
âGege, is he calling you?â
âYes.â
Huo Yunque carried the girl over. On this cold day, the man was dressed flamboyantly in a pink shirt as he leaned against his red sports car, allowing the wind to blow in his hair.
âHiââ
Mu Jing raised an eyebrow as his gaze fell straight upon the girl in Huo Yunqueâs arms. The girl was petite and delicate as she buried herself in the manâs embrace. When she didnât speak and didnât move, she was like a huge human-sized doll.
âSecond Master Huo, has this century-old sago palm finally bloomed1? But isnât this girl too young? Tch...you monster!â
âDo you have a lot of free time?â Huo Yunque said in a dull manner.
âNo,â Mu Jing said as he waved his hand toward something in the distance. âI specifically came to accompany my wife at the parent meeting. Oh, but why should I be telling you this? You singles would never understand my happiness,â he said proudly.
âWifey! Over here!â
âOh? Really?â
Huo Yunqueâs lips curved upward; his smile was filled with meaning.
Xia Lao approached the two and raised her eyebrows. As she leaned against Mu Jing, she lifted her gaze. âHuo Yunque, your tastes arenât bad.â
âThe girl is still young. Donât speak recklessly,â Huo Yunque warned.
Xia Lao clicked her tongue.
You sly fox. Why are you trying to act innocent?
If you donât like her, why are you hugging her so tightly? If you donât like her, why did you rush here as soon as you heard she was being bullied?
This isnât like you, Huo Yunque.
The couple teased Huo Yunque, but his expression did not change.
His gaze swept across Mu Jing and he suddenly thought of something. âMu Jing, youâre married now. Itâs about time you end all your messy relationships from the past.â
Mu Jing was dismayed. âI ended them a long time ago. F*ck, Second Master Huo, donât try to frame me!!â
âWhat did you say?â Xia Lao narrowed her eyes spitefully.
âOh,â Huo Yunque nodded with a meaningful smile. âI may have heard wrong. When a person grows old, they begin to hear things. I thought I heard someone calling a woman, âHoneyâ.â
As soon as he spoke, Xia Lao jumped up in anger.
There was a fire in her eyes as she gritted her teeth. âMu! Jing! You b*st*rd!â
She grabbed onto Mu Jingâs ear and tugged on it. âDid you find another woman behind my back? Do you have a death wish?!â
âOw!â
Mu Jing glared at Huo Yunque as he said in a submissive tone, âWifey, listen to me, I really didnât! Second Master Huo is framing me!â
âHa...then why isnât he framing someone else? Does he have that much free time?â
Mu Jingâs ear felt as though it was about to fall off. He bent his hip, wanting to struggle free, but he was too scared to. As he watched Huo Yunque leave, he ground his teeth in anger.
Yes! He does have that much free time!
Please, ladies, wake up! Donât be fooled by his pure image! Huo Yunque is actually a swindler who is roguish and black-bellied!
He watched aggrievedly as Song Yaoyao poked her head out from Huo Yunqueâs embrace. All of a sudden, he pointed at her and said, âWifey, if you donât believe me, you can ask that girl! She was around earlier. She can prove my innocence!â
Xia Lao glanced over; half believing his claim.
Song Yaoyao lay in Huo Yunqueâs arms and waved her hand innocently. In a soft voice, she said, âI think I also heardââ