Seeing Jian Shichu come in, she immediately closed the webpage and put the computer aside, "Finished with work?"
"Yeah." Jian Shichu undid a few buttons on his shirt and turned to enter the bathroom.
Soon, he took a quick shower and came out, wrapped in the fresh scent of his bath, lay down beside Ye Qingci, and took her into his arms, sniffing deeply at her neck several times.
That woman definitely didn't smell as good as his wife!
This thought suddenly sprung into his mind, and his mood soured even more.
Thinking of that woman, bearing a face almost identical to his wife's, ruining his wife's reputation outside, he wanted nothing more than to claw that woman's face apart.
Ye Qingci sensed his irritable mood, patted his back, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling upset?"
