"You're twisting words and forcing logic..."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhiqing felt a surge of anger welling up within her. She threw the documents in her hand, stood up abruptly, and plopped down onto the dining table, "Serve me a bowl of porridge."
Lu Tianxing stared at Bai Zhiqing, dumbfounded, "Me?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
"Why should it be me?"
"Because you're my assistant. Assistants do things for their chairpersons. Do you need a reason for that?" Bai Zhiqing said, suppressing her irritation.
Lu Tianxing curled his lips and argued confidently, "What of it? I am still your husband! Have you ever seen a husband serving his wife food? If this were ancient times, you'd be considered as lacking virtue, punishable by copying the 'Women's Four Books.' Moreover, I have the right to divorce you with a letter of dismissal."
"So you're saying that you're unwilling now?"
