Chen Ling was utterly speechless.
The young couple, unaware of the conflict at the company, were contemplating where to eat.
Both had eaten dinner around six, and Shang Sheng suggested a late-night snack. Qin Yige, remembering the delicious food, felt a craving.
"I want to eat everything, you decide!" Qin Yige gave up.
"You're as greedy as ever."
Qin Yige was a little unhappy. He used to call her a greedy cat. "Shang Sheng, you are my husband now, and I am your wife. Grandma said you have to indulge me in everything and not say anything that makes me unhappy. Did you forget?"
Shang Sheng hadn't forgotten; it was what Mrs. Shang had told him in front of everyone on their engagement day.
Seeing his awkward expression, Qin Yige's mood improved. "Then shall we go to the night market?"
"Night market?"
"Yes!"
More than ten minutes later, Shang Sheng looked at the scene before him and fell silent.
He wasn't wearing a suit now, just a white shirt and suit pants, and expensive handmade leather shoes. Coupled with his demeanor, he was completely out of place here.
He turned to leave but was grabbed by the arm by Qin Yige, who swallowed and said, "Brother Shang Sheng, just accompany me this once!"
Shang Sheng turned back and looked again.
What she called a night market was a food street. The bustling narrow lane had two rows of small food stalls, with prominent signs advertising grilled squid, chili noodles, seafood platters, Mongolian roast lamb, and grilled oysters.
"Hygiene is a concern," he stated curtly.
Qin Yige knew. "Out of sight, out of mind. No one else will accompany me, only you."
She looked at him with a pitiable expression.
Shang Sheng remained unmoved. "What made you think I would accompany you to eat this?"
"..." There really wasn't anything.
Qin Yige thought for a moment, then released his arm. "If you really don't want to, I won't force you."
"Let's go!"
He grabbed her hand and turned decisively.
However, Qin Yige shook his hand off.
"You go ahead, I'll find someone to accompany me." She had come all this way, and there was no way she was leaving.
Shang Sheng frowned slightly at her words. "Who are you going to find?"
Qin Yige snorted and took out her phone from her bag. "Of course, my brother-in-law!"
Actually, Shang Yu wouldn't accompany her either. He had the same annoying habit as Shang Sheng—cleanliness!
The reason she told Shang Sheng this was because she remembered a saying: Men have a possessive instinct towards women, especially their wives, even if there's no love.
Even though Shang Sheng didn't love her, with his overbearing possessiveness, he surely wouldn't tolerate his wife going shopping with another man.
Even if that person was his newly acquired brother-in-law—Shang Yu!
Qin Yige wanted to test if this saying was true.
In fact, it was true. As soon as Shang Sheng heard she was going to find Shang Yu, his brow furrowed as if he could trap a fly.
Qin Yige grinned slyly, scrolling through her phone's contacts.
She quickly found Shang Yu's number. Just as she was about to tap dial, her phone was covered by a large hand.
Where Shang Sheng couldn't see, the girl's lips curved up triumphantly.
Then, a low voice pressed down, "If you want to eat, eat yourself."
She looked up with an innocent expression. "Then you have to accompany me. It would be so awkward if I went shopping alone. Look, they all have someone with them."
"Qin Yige, don't push your luck!" Shang Sheng said expressionlessly.
This time, Qin Yige wasn't angry. "Shang Sheng, don't forget your current status. You are my husband, Qin Yige. Accompanying me to eat is your duty. If you don't, it means you're neglecting your duty, and I can dismiss you from your post."
A pair of deep eyes stared intently at her. "You, Qin Yige, are my wife, Shang Sheng. Consummating our marriage is also your duty. So, Mrs. Shang, after I accompany you to eat street food, can you fulfill your duty as a wife?"
"..." Qin Yige's face instantly turned red. She glanced around awkwardly. Many people were looking their way because they were so out of place here.
She took a step forward, grabbed his clothes, and warned him in a low voice through gritted teeth, "We're outside, don't say just anything, okay?"
He was shameless, but she still cared.
Ignoring her protest, Shang Sheng continued, "Answer me, Mrs. Shang."
"You wish!" Qin Yige, her face flushed, threw him three words and turned into the night market herself.
To mask her discomfort, she casually stopped at a food stall and took out her phone to pay. "Boss, one portion of snow ice!"
"Sure, large or small?"
She thought for a moment. It was just for herself. "Small."
"20 yuan, scan to pay, thank you!"
After paying, Qin Yige turned around, wanting to see if Shang Sheng was still standing there.
But as soon as she turned, the first thing she saw was a wall of a man.
She looked up. The man was wearing a white shirt, and his impatient eyes were fixed on her.
Suppressing the gush of sweetness, Qin Yige snorted. "Didn't you say you weren't coming?"
Shang Sheng snorted back. "I'm afraid someone might cry and complain later!"
"Who are you calling a crybaby?" Qin Yige grabbed his sleeve and asked in a low voice.
"Guess."
Qin Yige let go of his hand and refused to look at him. "You're definitely talking about yourself."
A surge of people flowed towards them. A woman eating something was bumped by the crowd and stumbled towards Qin Yige.
Qin Yige had her back to her and was completely unaware of what was happening.
Shang Sheng, standing beside her, saw it all clearly.
A moment before she was bumped, he quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms, dodging the woman's impact.
Qin Yige was pulled into Shang Sheng's embrace, her head resting on his chest. She was a bit dazed, not quite understanding what had happened.
Until she heard a cold voice from above: "Watch where you're going!"
Qin Yige turned her head and saw the woman who had almost fallen. Fortunately, she hadn't fallen, but some of the broth from her food had spilled.
The woman was momentarily stunned when she first saw Shang Sheng. However, before she could admire him closely, she was intimidated by his icy gaze.
She didn't dare to get angry and could only softly defend herself, "I didn't do it on purpose."
To be honest, Qin Yige was also startled by Shang Sheng's cold demeanor. His eyes were too frigid, like a soulless assassin.
Calling him an assassin wasn't an exaggeration; his gaze alone could freeze someone to death without him lifting a finger.
She just didn't know why he reacted like this. Was it just because she was almost bumped?
He couldn't possibly care that much about her...
Qin Yige snapped back to reality and quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine. Luckily, you reacted quickly."
Shang Sheng lowered his head and glanced at her faintly. "I never knew you were so easy to talk to."
If he hadn't pulled her, the soup from the bowl, which didn't look very hot, spilling on her would have been a minor issue. But the sharp bamboo skewer in the woman's hand would have definitely pricked her, leading to unimaginable consequences.