Tang Jingming covered his head, wailing.
Turning around, Ye Tiao was behind him, looking... *cough*, quite neat.
His gaze followed beyond, Shi Mei had just walked out of the room.
The eye-stinging makeup on her face had been washed away clean.
Tang Jingming instinctively covered his little heart.
That heart-fluttering feeling named first love.
Shi Mei exclaimed with a face full of surprise, "Husband!"
Her voice was sweet and cute, soft and squishy like it was filled with marshmallows.
Ye Tiao had just lit a cigarette, but that voice choked him out.
Was this, a split personality?
Shi Mei, oblivious, clung tightly to Shi Lingyan’s arm, rubbing against him, "Husband, why are you here? Hehehe, are you here for a date with me, Ye Bao, and Tang Baobei?"
Shi Lingyan calmly pushed Shi Mei away, evidently used to such behavior from her.
Shi Lingyan did not respond to her, instead, he looked behind them.
Ye Tiao stood at the table with a cigarette, smiling sarcastically at Shi Lingyan, "Long time no see."
Shi Lingyan was impassive, "Just saw you at the graveyard last time."
That day was Tang Wu’s death anniversary.
Ye Tiao exhaled a puff of smoke, slouching down, "So you missed me already?"
"Cough cough," Tang Jingming was terrified of Ye Tiao’s irreverent attitude, "I asked him to come, uh, I was worried you might have issues with the sister-in-law, so..."
"Enough," Ye Tiao interrupted impatiently, "It’s just a joke, why so tense?"
Tang Jingming looked at Ye Tiao’s ready-to-fight expression: "..."
It seemed like he had made another mistake.
Ye Tiao and Shi Lingyan had been at odds for years, and after Tang Wu’s incident, they fought every time they met.
Although Shi Lingyan disdained fighting with a woman, he couldn’t withstand Ye Tiao’s repeated provocations and ambushes.
This time, bringing Shi Lingyan here seemed like stirring up trouble.
Ye Tiao, cigarette in hand, legs propped on the table, looked at Shi Lingyan, lips curled, "Let’s be frank, I think your wife is quite cute."
Tang Jingming’s heart skipped a beat.
Did Ye Tiao really take a liking to Shi Mei?
Shi Lingyan’s expression remained wooden: "Thanks."
Shi Mei, holding Shi Lingyan’s arm, beamed, "Husband, do you also think I’m cute?"
Shi Mei’s voice was sweet, her large, dark eyes blinking.
The previously tense atmosphere was significantly softened.
There was finally a faint glow on Shi Lingyan’s face, subtle, yet it was there.
He nodded slightly, then said, "Let’s go."
"Ah, are we leaving?" Shi Mei’s brows furrowed, "But, Ye Bao said she’d do my makeup!"
"Ye Bao?" Tang Jingming looked heartbroken, "Then what am I?"
"You’re Tang Baobei!"
Tang Jingming felt heartache, sourly saying, "Why do you have other ’baobeis’? Can’t I be your only ’baobei’?"
Shi Mei thought for a moment, "Ye Bao said she’d teach me makeup, so she’s Ye Bao," saying this, little cutie seemed to recall something, turning to look at Shi Lingyan, "Husband, you are also my ’baobei’, but I can’t call you husband baobei, so you are husband, and they are baobeis."
You are the husband, they are the baobeis.
This feeling of being specially treated... it seemed... quite nice.
Shi Lingyan’s lips quietly curved into a smile, whispering a response.