"What do you mean by 'other' or 'not another'?" Yu Guanguan was confused by his string of "other" words and frowned as she said, "Are you reciting a tongue twister?"

Quan Jingzhou curled his thin lips into a smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "No. I was just stating the role of a husband."

Yu Guanguan blinked, pondering what he had said.

Her fair, oval face flushed red, just like a boiled shrimp.

"Quan Jingzhou, you...you..." She glared at him, her face flushed, and whispered, "You...you should just shut up."

After all that fuss, it turns out this isn't a tongue twister at all.

Instead, it was yet another extremely lewd suggestion from Young Master Quan.

"Hmm??" Quan Jingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly. "You grasped it so quickly? It seems Mrs. Quan is quite perceptive. What kind of location do you prefer? The balcony? The bathroom?"

The man listed many places in one breath, eventually even including underground parking garages.

"You, you should stop talking."

Yu Guanguan wished she could stuff a fork into his mouth and blurted out, "I don't like anywhere else except the bedroom."

“Okay,” Quan Jingzhou replied immediately, “Then let’s do it in the bedroom.”

"..."

Yu Guanguan then realized that she had been tricked again.

She silently cut her French meal, tears welling up inside her. The city was full of tricks and schemes; she longed to go back to the countryside!

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you. Let's eat first."

Seeing her angry little face, Quan Jingzhou considerately took the plate in front of her, cut the steak into neat pieces, and used a fork to bring it to her mouth.

Yu Guanguan blushed again because of his actions.

He just fed her so naturally in public, it seemed like he was deliberately showing off their affection.

Despite her thoughts, she still inexplicably opened her mouth and bit into the steak that Quan Jingzhou had cut for her.

"Kwon Kyung-joo, what else can you do besides speak French?"

Yu Guanguan felt that Quan Jingzhou was like an unknown treasure, and she never knew what surprises he would bring her.

"Hmm, Italian, German..."

Quan Jingzhou spoke a lot in one breath, even using Latin.

Yu Guanguan counted the languages ​​he spoke; they were enough to form the Eight-Nation Alliance.

She stared at Quan Jingzhou in disbelief. "Besides these, what else can you do?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Quan Jingzhou said softly, wiping her mouth. "You'll discover it for yourself."

"I'll wait for you to expose yourself." Yu Guanguan's body trembled slightly.

I always felt that what Young Master Quan meant by "discovery" was more than just what it seemed on the surface.

Looking at her seemingly calm face, Quan Jingzhou smirked.

"Mrs. Quan..."

"Hmm?" Yu Guanguan suddenly had a premonition that she was about to be teased.

"What I just said wasn't just empty talk."

"..."

She knew that Quan Jingzhou hadn't forgotten about this.

After rambling on for so long, we still haven't gotten around to the point.

Yu Guanguan gave him a speechless glare. "I'm finished eating. I'm going home to change my clothes so I can participate in Jian Yanzhi's fashion show."

The French food was delicious, and Yu Guanguan enjoyed it immensely.

Of course, most importantly, the person who had dinner with her was Quan Jingzhou.

"good."

Quan Jingzhou signed the bill with a dashing air and paid the bill.

The two walked to the parking lot, and Quan Jingzhou put her in the car, saying, "I'll have the driver take you and Manyue to the fashion show today."

"And you?" Yu Guanguan looked up at him.

"There's a short meeting at the company," Quan Jingzhou kissed her little cheek, "I'll go over as soon as I'm done."