Chapter 138
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Ji Shiting bumped into her, and he subconsciously hugged her.
"You're back, hubby." Ye Shengge buried her head in his chest, so her voice was low and muffled. There was a hint of intimacy and tenderness in it that even she didn't realize.
She hadn't expected that the moment she hugged him, the word "hubby" would come out of her mouth so easily. Perhaps unknowingly, she had become far more dependent on this man than she had imagined.
Ji Shiting couldn't help breathing as the woman's soft body entered his arms.
However, his eyes dimmed in the next second.
"Let go," he said calmly. His voice was calm, without any trace of anger or joy.
Ye Shengge felt guilty and wanted to let go of him, but she soon changed her mind and hugged him tighter. "No."
She didn't know where she got the courage from.
"Stop rubbing." Ji Shiting's voice was cold and sarcastic. "The powder on your face is on my clothes." Ye Shengge was speechless.
Ye Shengge blushed, and she couldn't bear to cling to him anymore. She slowly let go.
"Are you hungry?" She didn't give up and smiled at him. "I'm eating. Do you want to join me?"
Ji Shiting looked at her exquisite makeup and her big smile, which made her look a little silly.
"No." He was still unmoved. He took off his suit jacket and walked upstairs.
Ye Shengge puffed her cheeks and rushed to him, blocking his way.
"Ji Shiting!" She couldn't help raising her voice.
The man stopped and looked at her. "Is there anything else?"
"You …" Ye Shengge bit her lips. "Sister Xiu said you asked someone to send me this dress. Do you think it looks good?"
Ji Shiting then looked at her gown, sized it up casually and nodded. "Mm." Ye Shengge nodded and said, "Yes."
Ye Shengge was shocked by his attitude, and she felt sour again.
"Are you still mad at me?" She sounded aggrieved. "You've already asked someone to send me a gift …"
"You're my wife after all. I have an obligation to protect you," the man said coldly. "But that's all."
"Then … As a husband, don't you have the obligation to be more passionate to your wife?" Ye Shengge said.
Ji Shiting's calm face finally had some expression on it.
There was a hint of coldness and cynicism in his eyes. He said with a faint smile, "What kind of passion do you want?"
Ye Shengge's heart sank, knowing that he had misunderstood again.
"Not that kind of passion." She bit her lip. "At least … can you have a meal with me?"
Ji Shiting looked at her with a probing gaze.
After a while, he looked away and said in his usual indifferent voice, "I've already eaten. Help yourself."
With that, he walked around her and continued upstairs.
Ye Shengge kept blinking, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.
Looking at the man's cold and distant back, she gritted her teeth and threw herself onto the ground.
Ye Shengge fell to the ground with a thud, and she gasped in pain.
"It hurts!" She lay on the ground and looked at Ji Shiting's back.
Ji Shiting turned around upon hearing the voice.
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