Gu Nian: "..."
It seemed like the air was tinged with a hint of jealousy.
Moreover, Fu Jingshen's attitude was so certain, clearly a firm confirmation.
Gu Nian chuckled softly and then nodded her head.
"What's the matter, Mr. Fu, are you jealous?"
Fu Jingshen looked at the young girl, her beautiful eyes brimming with laughter, his thin lips pursed, not denying it.
"Hmm."
Admitting his jealousy wasn't something to be ashamed of.
It meant that his wife was very likable, and that he had reason to be jealous.
Looking into Fu Jingshen's deep, dark eyes, Gu Nian took the initiative to extend her small hand and wrap it around the man's arm.
"Jealousy is good; it shows you still possess human emotions."
"Otherwise, I'd think my husband was utterly aloof... Such a man would be so abstinent, so frightening."
Fu Jingshen's eyes flickered, and he raised an eyebrow upon hearing Gu Nian's words.
"It seems you had a cup of... sour milk this afternoon in the office, cold, right?"
