Qin Yige, with her back to Chen Ling, shot him a fierce glare. Her expression was stern, but her tone was gentle. "Don't be so formal, it's just a bowl of soup."
Shang Sheng: "..."
Qin Yige opened the thermos, spooned some soup, and leaned over the desk, bringing it to his lips. "Husband, try it!"
The woman was wearing a dress with a rather low neckline. As she bent over and leaned towards him, the view from his angle was unobstructed.
Shang Sheng leaned forward slightly and drank the soup she offered.
"How is it?"
His eyes were deep, and he answered her in a way that didn't quite connect, "Good!"
"Do you want more?"
"Mm." It was good in the office too.
Another spoonful of soup went into his mouth.
Chen Ling took a deep breath, trying her best to ignore Qin Yige's words. She asked, "Madam, do you still need the soup bowl?"
"Oh." Qin Yige seemed to have just remembered her presence. She turned back. "Leave it, I'll use it later."
"Yes." Chen Ling placed the tableware on the tea table beside them and walked towards the office door.
Before closing the door, she heard Qin Yige say, "Husband, just feeding you like this isn't satisfying enough. How about I feed you with my mouth!"
"..."
Chen Ling stood at the doorway, her heart aching to the point of suffocation.
She knew very well that Qin Yige was acting, deliberately putting on a show for her. What mattered to her was Shang Sheng's reaction.
From the moment Qin Yige appeared in the office, his eyes had no one else in them. They were only for that woman...
With only the couple left in the office, Qin Yige placed the soup spoon on the lid of the thermos and stood up straight, saying coldly, "If you want to drink, drink it yourself. Don't you have hands? You still need me to feed you!"
"??" Wasn't she the one who insisted on feeding him just now?
"What are you fussing about now?" he asked, his expression stern.
"It's nothing. I just feel sorry for your secretary. The whole company knows your wife beat her up, and not lightly." She leaned against the desk, lazily answering his question.
Shang Sheng pondered for a moment. "Are people talking about you?"
"You don't know?" she countered.
"I'm not aware." He hadn't heard anything. After all, no one dared to gossip in front of him, especially about his wife.
Qin Yige sneered. "This time, I'm going to complain! Mr. Shang, since I hit Chen Ling that day, people have been talking about your wife every single day. They say all sorts of things. My friends have heard it outside!"
She had been asked about this matter by friends on WeChat, and she had been furious at the time. However, she had comforted herself later and stopped being angry.
To hear it with her own ears today, she, who was never a mild-tempered person, felt her inner universe explode.
"Who is gossiping? I'll handle it."
"There are too many people gossiping, you don't need to handle it. Anyway, your wife becoming a topic of conversation for others has nothing to do with you, it's not like they're talking about you."
The man stared at her. "You've forgotten your current identity. You are already my wife, Mrs. Shang. Gossiping about you is gossiping about me!"
"What if they gossip about you? You don't care, you have a broad mind and think that a few words of gossip won't affect you." I'm different. I'm just petty and don't want to hear anyone say anything bad about me.
"Yes, you can gossip about me. But you can't gossip about my wife!"
"Hmph!" It was rare for him to say something decent.
Shang Sheng reached for the intercom to call someone in, but Qin Yige quickly pressed down on the phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Secretary Du."
"What for?"
He patiently explained to her, "This kind of gathering and gossiping within the company needs to be dealt with seriously."
"No one can be fired!" She was just venting her unhappiness. Firing someone over such a trivial matter would be too much.
"I didn't intend to fire anyone." He was protective, but not blindly so.
Qin Yige: "..."
Her small face fell, and she withdrew her hand.
Secretary Du soon entered. Shang Sheng coldly instructed, "The company's atmosphere has been poor lately, with people gathering and gossiping during work hours. Send out an email to everyone, and any further occurrences will be dealt with severely."
Secretary Du understood immediately. "Yes, Mr. Shang!"
After Secretary Du left, Shang Sheng looked at the woman. "Mrs. Shang, are you satisfied?"
Mrs. Shang shrugged. "It has nothing to do with me. You're the one who insisted on dealing with it."
"..."
Yes, it was his wishful thinking.
"Just one bowl of soup for lunch?" he asked again.
"It's good enough to have soup. I don't have anything else." She was just a runner.
Shang Sheng said, "I'll arrange lunch, you can eat with me."
"Okay, I want to sleep." She had slept late last night and gotten up early today, and she hadn't had any energy all morning.
"Do you need me to accompany you?"
Qin Yige's eyes widened suddenly. "Shang Sheng, it's broad daylight, and we're at the company. What do you want to do?!"
The man looked slightly confused. "Accompany you to sleep, is there something wrong with that?"
"Of course there is! What if a secretary comes looking for you and finds us doing 'that'?"
"'That'?" he asked knowingly.
Qin Yige's face flushed slightly. Suppressing the urge to hit him, she said indignantly, "You know, 'ahhh'!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Wife, I meant it literally. You're thinking too much."
"..."
Really? Why didn't she believe him?
Others might not know, but she did. Although this man appeared cold and detached on the outside, he had a hidden side.
No, a side that only she knew.
Besides being a refined scoundrel in human skin, in bed, he was a... beast.
Shang Sheng was responsible for arranging lunch, and Qin Yige went to his lounge to take a nap first.
She didn't know how long she slept. She only felt that she had just fallen asleep when she vaguely heard Shang Sheng calling her.
"Qin Yige."
She ignored him, turned over, and showed him her back.
The man bent down, his large hand sliding under the quilt, while his thin lips brushed her ear. "Wife, time to get up."
"You're so annoying, let me sleep a bit longer." She pushed away his presumptuous hand and closed her eyes again.
"Eat while it's hot, then sleep."
After eating, she would be energized. Who would still want to sleep then...
"You're more annoying than my mom," she grumbled softly.
"Outside, there's bluefin tuna sashimi, paired with vintage caviar..."
The woman licked her lips. "I don't want to eat Western food."
But a little bit would be fine. She wasn't picky.
His kiss landed on her earlobe, adorned with a yellow diamond earring. "Hui Xiang Ge's steamed custard, spring bamboo shoots with beef brisket, abalone sauce shiitake mushrooms, honey-glazed char siu..."
He listed a long string of dishes, each one tempting her taste buds.
Qin Yige turned around, extended her arms to him, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Then hug me up!"
He didn't move, neither getting up nor hugging her. "Since you don't want to eat, I'll eat alone."
"Shang Sheng, I'm your wife. What's wrong with you hugging me?"
Shang Sheng smiled faintly. "Yes, you are my wife. What's wrong with me kissing you?"
"I didn't say you couldn't kiss me. Then kiss me—mmph."