Personally Teaching His Wife

Chen Ju had no choice but to sit beside Jiang Zhou. Not wanting Jiang Zhou to see that he couldn’t understand the English in the documents, he quietly scooted toward the far end of the seat.

He thought he’d moved without anyone noticing, but Jiang Zhou had been watching his every move.

“Bring it here and let me take a look.” Jiang Zhou held out a hand, his fingers long and elegant.

Chen Ju slid the documents to the side and covered them with his sleeve. In a tiny voice, he said, “N-no, there’s no need to trouble yourself. Boss, you—you should focus on your work.”

Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes, stood up, and walked straight behind Chen Ju. He reached over and pulled out a document. It was covered in sticky notes with crooked handwriting, so messy it was hard to believe Chen Ju had written it. Jiang Zhou remembered tutoring him in high school. His handwriting hadn’t been like this back then.

“You don’t remember even these basic words?” Jiang Zhou asked. Chen Ju had graduated from college only a little over a year ago, so he shouldn’t have forgotten them so quickly.

The tips of Chen Ju’s ears burned. He lowered his head and mumbled, “I-I don’t know.”

Jiang Zhou set the document on the desk and bent close to read from the first line. His pronunciation was clear, and his voice was even deeper than usual. Chen Ju’s head was spinning. He didn’t hear a single word; all his attention was on the body pressed close behind him.

This position made it feel as though Jiang Zhou were holding him in his arms... It wouldn’t be good if someone came in and saw them like this, would it?

As Chen Ju sat there, dazed and lost in thought, Jiang Zhou suddenly stopped reading. Chen Ju looked up and met Jiang Zhou’s serious gaze...