An Xiaoning placed the finished cup of ginger tea on the table and sprung from her seat. "Didn't you say that actions speak louder than words? Should I do just that and express my gratitude through actions?" she asked, draping her arms over his neck.
Jin Qingyan tightened his core and answered, "Trying to please me?"
With a smile, she let go of him and said in response, "Please you? In your dreams. I was just playing."
"…"
"I was just thinking, should they decide to give me the sack tomorrow, I'll just tell them I'm your wife. Do you think they'll think twice about firing me then?"
Pretending not to mind her suggestion, Jin Qingyan replied sarcastically, "You may gladly do so. At least I won't be the only one getting embarassed when the word spreads, about how my wife had experienced working behind the scenes of a TV production unit."
"Right…"
——
The morning after, An Xiaoning returned to the production unit.
