Everyone was stunned by her actions, never expecting Mrs. Shang to have such an enthusiastic side.
Qin Yige, not yet realizing what she had done, panted as she released Shang Sheng, her mind solely focused on having finally caught up!
She gasped, "I'm so tired!"
Suppressing a smile in his eyes, Shang Sheng leisurely reminded her, "Wife."
"What is it?"
"We didn't take a picture."
Qin Yige: "..."
Right, they hadn't taken any photos.
She closed her eyes, a look of regret on her face, then quickly checked her phone for the time. "Quick, quick, quick! There are only a few seconds left, let's do it again! I'll take the picture this time."
She prided herself on her professionalism. It was just a kiss, not like they hadn't kissed before.
Shang Sheng seemed to cooperate perfectly. He decisively wrapped his large hand around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Qin Yige opened her phone camera at lightning speed, found the right angle, and closed her eyes voluntarily.
A warm, wet kiss landed on her. She clicked the screen multiple times, hoping to have more options to choose from.
"Okay, okay, I'll send you the photos, and you send them to Grandma quickly!" Qin Yige casually picked two and sent them to his WeChat.
She added, "Make sure to choose a good one to send."
"Mhm," Shang Sheng took out his phone, looked at the photos she sent, and a smile flickered in his eyes.
"If Grandma asks why we're not at home, just say we got stuck in traffic. As long as we're together, it's fine, right?" Grandma Shang was quite easygoing.
Shang Sheng nodded, "Yes."
He saved the two pictures, sending one to Old Mrs. Shang.
"Ahem, Mr. Shang, Mrs. Shang—" an awkward voice interrupted Qin Yige's reverie as she was still absorbed in the photos.
She turned her head towards the sound and saw several men in suits.
Realizing they might be Shang Sheng's clients, her smile froze on her face.
Heavens, why were there so many people behind Shang Sheng? How did she not notice?!
She subtly glanced around, and what startled her even more was that it wasn't just a few clients, but many restaurant patrons as well, their eyes following them as they passed.
This was the epitome of social awkwardness!
Sensing her embarrassment and mortification, Shang Sheng put away his phone, put his arm around Qin Yige's shoulder again, and pulled her closer, not forgetting to tuck her head into his chest.
Then, he turned to face his clients. "Director Xue, Director Zheng, please excuse us. My wife is a bit shy. I'll introduce you formally another day. I'll take her home now."
Director Xue and Director Zheng offered wry smiles. "It's alright, it's alright. Mrs. Shang is young and full of vitality. It's only natural for newlyweds like you to be so affectionate. We won't disturb your sweet moment. We'll be going now!"
"Thank you for your understanding."
As the footsteps faded away, Qin Yige cautiously peeked out an eye, wanting to assess the situation.
A deep male voice sounded from above, "They've all left."
She immediately retreated from his embrace and wailed, questioning him, "Why didn't you tell me you had clients!"
"You were too fast, I didn't have time," he replied with a tone of feigned innocence.
"..." Qin Yige covered her face in despair, "I'll never be able to face anyone again."
If people didn't know better, they'd think she, Qin Yige, was insatiably thirsty, to be kissing him in public.
"You're overthinking it," Shang Sheng pulled her hands away and met her gaze. "We're a married couple. We should present an image of affection. You did well."
"It's different. I kissed you first. They must think I'm desperately trying to marry you, that I love you more than anything!"
"..." Are all children this competitive?
Looking at her, a glint flickered in Shang Sheng's eyes. "How about this, next time there's an opportunity, I'll kiss you first in public, so you can save face."
"No."
"..." He was slightly displeased.
Her tone shifted abruptly. "You have to kiss me twice more. One kiss isn't convincing!"
Even if people were to assume they were deeply in love, it had to be an image of Shang Sheng being madly in love with Qin Yige.
A slight curve formed on the man's lips. "Alright."
He slung an arm around her shoulders as they walked towards the parking lot, listening to her chatter in his ear.
"Can you talk to Grandma Shang properly? Checking in is fine, but change the way you do it. This is just too weird!"
"Mhm, I'll discuss it with her."
"Right, I mean, even if we kiss, we can just look at the photos between ourselves. It's embarrassing to let Grandma see them!"
"Mhm, that makes sense."
Qin Yige was right. Far away at the Shang family's old residence, three elders were gathered outside a room door, enthusiastically admiring their kissing photo.
Old Mrs. Shang's face blushed, and her heart raced. Mr. and Mrs. Shang were similarly affected.
Kou Juqing: "Mom, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. Look at these two, their relationship has clearly improved a lot."
Shang Changqing: "Young Sheng is quite on the ball."
Old Mrs. Shang: "Of course! I always said Young Sheng and Yige were a perfect match, didn't I? Look how sweet this kissing photo is!"
Whoever said this couple was cursed should be punished! They were clearly so sweet, so sweet that her old teeth were about to fall out.
Kou Juqing's eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Honestly, I rarely see Young Sheng so gentle. Take a close look at his expression."
"Perhaps your son has liked Yige for a long time but just hasn't said it," Shang Changqing mused thoughtfully.
"I don't think so. These two fight every time they meet. If your son truly liked Yige, he should be more accommodating to her!" Even if he didn't like her, as a gentleman, Shang Sheng should still be more accommodating to Yige.
As a mother, Kou Juqing had instructed her son on such matters, but it had been of no use. They still glared at each other whenever they met.
Shang Changqing shook his head. "Young Sheng is complex. I can't figure him out."
Old Mrs. Shang: "It's good that he's complex. If they were all as carefree as Xiao Yu, how would our Shang family enterprise survive!"
At this moment, a flippant voice chimed in: "Ah, yes, yes, yes. Grandma, your eldest grandson is the best, the eldest grandson is marvelous!"
The three turned to see Shang Yu just coming up from the stairs, leaning against the corridor wall and watching them leisurely.
Seeing him return, Grandma beckoned him over. "Come here, Grandma has something to say to you."
"What is it?" Shang Yu had just come back from his escapades outside, still carrying the scent of perfume.
Shang Changqing frowned and berated him unceremoniously, "Can't you learn from your brother? You're always out carousing with those shady friends!"
Shang Yu shrugged casually. "Who was it that once said I should learn from my brother? Said he was too quiet and aloof, and that I was much more gregarious!"
"It was to make you more adaptable, not cunning."
"Aren't you an old fox yourself?" Shang Yu retorted defiantly.
Seeing that father and son were about to argue, Grandma intervened. "Alright, alright, Changqing, let me speak with Xiao Yu."
Shang Changqing puffed out his chest in anger. Hearing this, he glared at his younger son and remained silent.
Grandma slowly said, "Xiao Yu, I haven't disciplined you much before. Now that your brother is married and you have a sister-in-law, you need to actively take on some of the company's work so your brother can have more time to spend with your sister-in-law."