Lu Jinghuai: You probably have some misunderstanding about what "arguing at the head of the bed and making up at the foot of the bed" means.
But he simply asked without changing his expression, "So?"
"So let's make up now. Look, I cooked for you myself, and you ate it."
Lu Jinghuai: "..."
"Oh, and you know that I recently appeared on a show arranged by the company and became an instant sensation, right?"
As Shen Wenran spoke, she observed Lu Jinghuai's expression.
However, this scoundrel remained completely unaffected, as if he had facial paralysis.
"After I became famous, the company wanted to promote me and arrange for me to appear on a dating reality show."
After she finished speaking, she sighed softly: "There's nothing wrong with going on a dating reality show, after all, it's just for fun and shouldn't be taken seriously, but the male guest arranged by the production team is Lu Ziming..."
Who are you talking about?
Lu Jinghuai immediately became alert.
Shen Wenran also noticed that Lu Jinghuai's breathing was unstable.
"It's Lu Ziming, your brother. What happened?"
—Holy crap, is that jerk jealous?
—No, that's impossible. That scoundrel of a man won't even come out to clarify our marriage because of Ye Nanxing. What love is he talking about?
"Nothing much."
Lu Jinghuai quickly composed himself and simply said in a calm voice, "I understand."
"???"
Shen Wenran looked completely bewildered.
—That scoundrel just said he understood, and that was it?
—Your wife is going on a dating show with your brother, openly cheating on you, and you're just someone who knows about it?
—Fine, since I'm going to be bullied anyway, I might as well enjoy it instead of struggling. Tomorrow I'll follow the script the screenwriter wrote and kiss your brother!
Lu Jinghuai clenched his fist instantly.
He kissed his brother?
Great, this screenwriter can go to the finance department and collect his salary in advance.
Shen Wenran sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, as if the air conditioning had suddenly been turned on full blast.
Looking at the man again, his face was already covered with a layer of frost.
—Haha, he's definitely jealous.
—I told you to endure it, but if you keep enduring it like this, I'd like to see if you can't become a tortoise and keep enduring it.
—No, it's a turtle!
Shen Wenran was inwardly smug, but on the surface she wore a fawning expression: "Honey, is it not allowed?"
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