After work, Meng Qian invited Qiao Xia to dinner, but Qiao Xia had been too busy lately to have a meal with Mu Liang, although she really wanted to have a meal with her bestie. After thinking it over, she declined and turned to invite Mu Liang instead.
Qiao Xia, "What's for dinner tonight?"
Mu Liang, "Fish."
Qiao Xia, "Let's go have grilled fish, I'll treat. I know a place that's really good."
Mu Liang, "I have to work until 7:30."
Qiao Xia, "I'll wait for you."
Mu Liang, "Why don't you come up to the president's office?"
Qiao Xia, "That doesn't seem right."
Mu Liang, "You are my wife."
Qiao Xia was at a loss for words again. If it had been any other time, she would have told Mu Liang seriously,
"God of men, we're only married for show, don't take it seriously."
He was always so earnest that she almost had the illusion that they were truly married, a real husband and wife.
Qiao Xia dragged her feet until the office was empty before she sneaked into the elevator.
