He’s Angry and Needs His Wife to Soothe Him

“W-what’s wrong?” Chen Ju swallowed his mouthful of fried chicken and asked cautiously.

“Nothing. Are these things that good?” Jiang Zhou’s gaze swept over the fried chicken and milk tea in Chen Ju’s hands.

Startled, Chen Ju silently shifted the milk tea to his other hand so Jiang Zhou couldn’t take it.

“Brother Chen likes it, and he even treated me to this milk tea~” Song Yuan perked up at the mention of food and said with a bright smile.

Jiang Zhou’s gaze darkened. He curled his lips and said, “You two seem pretty close.”

“Of course! Brother Chen and I have known each other since high school. Back then, I even...” Song Yuan suddenly stopped, looked at Chen Ju, and winked at him. With a mysterious expression, he said, “That’s a secret between Brother Chen and me. I won’t tell Brother Zhou~”

Chen Ju knew Song Yuan was referring to the time he’d called himself the boss. His face flushed with embarrassment. He couldn’t let Jiang Zhou find out about that—Jiang Zhou would definitely make fun of him.

“N-no, there’s no secret,” Chen Ju said guiltily.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a chair leg scraped loudly across the floor. The surrounding area fell silent, and everyone looked over. Chen Ju jumped in fright and stared at Jiang Zhou in confusion.

“Brother Zhou, what’s wrong?” Song Yuan asked in surprise...