As soon as the noon class was dismissed, "Yang Ming, someone is looking for you."
Everyone saw that someone was looking for Yang Ming again and had gotten used to it; they were no longer as interested as before, since Yang Ming had been sought after so often recently.
Yang Ming stood up and walked out the door, his heart pounding. Who could it be? Could it be his family again? Perhaps something had happened to Li Fugui. With such doubts, he walked outside and soon saw his wife’s petite figure from a distance.
His heart leaped with joy. His beloved wife had come, and this was their first meeting since the last incident. Though it had only been a couple of days, thinking about that night made his face feel hot and a bit embarrassed.
Before he could get closer, he heard his wife’s call and quickly approached her, "Xiaoxiao, you’re here."
The truth was, Yang Ming wasn’t the only one embarrassed; Xiaoxiao was too. Her face was red, although it was so cold that it was hard to tell.
"Are you cold? Let’s go find a place to eat and warm you up," said Yang Ming, seeing his wife’s flushed cheeks, sure she must be freezing after waiting for him for so long; he spoke tenderly.
"Not cold at all." Indeed, she wasn’t cold; she was just embarrassed.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Let’s go to the private room at Yuelai Restaurant. I have something important to tell you," Xiaoxiao said seriously, which made Yang Ming’s imaginations run wild.
"..." What could make his wife come all the way here—could it be about that time he asked her to use her hand, and now she was coming to settle the account? Did she want a divorce again?
At this moment, Yang Ming’s intelligence was completely offline. His brows furrowed, and his face turned ashen. He didn’t dare to ask. The two of them remained silent all the way to Yuelai Restaurant.
Xiaoxiao had no idea that she could scare her husband cheaply just by looking serious.
She was also wondering why her cheap husband had suddenly stopped talking the entire way; he had been fine just a moment ago.
After they arrived at the private room and aside from ordering from Xiao’er, Yang Ming remained silent, not saying a word even after the food was served.
Hey, what’s wrong with him? Xiaoxiao got angry. She had eagerly come to see him, and even her family had teased her about it. She didn’t come to see his grumpy face.
"..." Here it came, his wife was finally going to speak.
"Don’t you want to see me?"
"Why do you have such a sour face?"
"..." His wife’s expression was terrifying, very angry. What exactly was she going to say?
"Then I’m leaving, goodbye." Seeing her cheap husband not responding, she stood up and walked towards the door. She had come with good intentions and high spirits only to be ignored and faced with his sullen look.
Seeing his wife , Yang Ming was completely panicked. He stood up and ran to pull her back, "Xiaoxiao, don’t go."
"Let go of me." Xiaoxiao was still furious and wouldn’t listen to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming still held onto his wife firmly; seeing her so angry, he felt if he let her leave now, it would be completely over.
"Let go!" Xiaoxiao shouted loudly, struggling fiercely.
Seeing his wife , Yang Ming was out of options; if it continued this way, his wife might actually leave. Desperate, he bent down, and in a swift move, he lifted her horizontally in his arms, "Wife, let’s eat first."
Xiaoxiao was completely stunned, being carried in a princess hold unexpectedly; and he had just called her ’wife’ again.