Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Chu Zhaoyang was usually very quiet, so why was it that he was such a loose cannon when it came to really important stuff?

Song Yu: [If that’s all, I’ll be going.]

Han Zhuoli: [Busy romping?]

Gui Zhiqian: [Is Qi Chengzhi asking you to hurry?]

Qi Chengzhi: [Enough. All of you.]

Yan Beicheng: [YO he’s finally here. Why were you so silent?]

Qi Chengzhi: [I’m at a hot-and-sour noodle shop.]

Everyone: […]

Han Zhuoli: [When did you start eating this kind of pedestrian food?]

Qi Chengzhi: [Song Yu wants it.]

Han Zhuoli: [Haha, WIFE’S SLAVE.]

Chu Zhaoyang: [Hehe.]

Qi Chengzhi: [Does this mean you don’t want to get married?]

Han Zhuoli: [Don’t let my grandmother hear all your nonsense. I want a wife and a baby!]

Gui Zhiqian: [I think your only hope is through blind dates. Everyone you meet are actresses, and none of them are reliable.]

Yan Beicheng: [Let Song Yu introduce one to ya! If you want someone reliable, you gotta ask someone reliable. Birds of a feather flock together. Those who are on good terms with Song Yu are surely good people too.]

The sudden onslaught of mischievous comments was something Song Yu had still not gotten used to.

Gui Zhiqian: [That friend of Song Yu’s doesn’t seem too bad. Miss Ruan’s her name. She looks alright. When she went to Song Yu’s wedding, she didn’t try to flirt around and it didn’t seem like she was using the opportunity to meet those rich men and try to connect with them. Her intentions are pretty pure.]

Han Zhuoli: [Really? I think I remember too. She looks quite pretty. Song Yu, how about you introduce her to us?]

Once that message was sent, Song Yu saw a line of grey words on the screen: [Gui Zhiqian left the group.]

Then, another. [Han Zhuoli left the group.]

Yan Beicheng: [Yo, what’s up with these two? Why did they leave after saying that?”

Chu Zhaoyang: [Hehe, they were kicked out.]

Yan Beicheng. [Ehhhh? We can kick people? Lemme try.]

Yan Beicheng was quiet for some time before he appeared again. [I can’t kick anyone out. How do you kick someone?]

Chu Zhaoyang: [Qi Chenglin is the admin. He can do the kicking.]

Yan Beicheng: [Yo, Qi Chenglin. Did you kick them?]

Qi Chenglin sent an emoji of a cool face with sunglasses.

Yan Beicheng: [EH? Why did you kick them out when all they did was mention Miss Ruan?]

A deafening silence appeared in the group.

Yan Beicheng: [OHH I SEEEE]

Chu Zhaoyang: [HEHE]

Song Yu: […]

Wei Ziqian: [Same like your big brother. Petty]

Yan Beicheng: [Those two idiots didn’t know a thing. If they knew that you like Miss Ruan, they won’t be thinking about her at all. Bring them back into the group and warn them!]

Soon enough, another row of words appeared on the screen: [Wei Ziqi invited Han Zhuoli and Gui Zhiqian into the group]

Yan Beicheng: [Yo, why can you add them in, Wei Ziqi?]

Wei Ziqi: […]

Chu Zhaoyang: [Go and learn how to use WeChat, don’t embarrass yourself.]

Yan Beicheng: […]

Gui Zhiqian: [Why did you kick us out for no reason! Can you control him, Qi Chengzhi?]

Han Zhuoli: [Yeah. Impatient.]

Quite some time had passed, but Qi Chengzhi still did not respond.

All Song Yu could say was: [He’s probably driving now.]

Han Zhuoli: [Aren’t you guys getting it on in the room? Why aren’t you together? Or are you going to have fun in the car?]

Song Yu: [Do you still want a wife?]

Han Zhuoli: […]

The rest of the group then began making fun of Han Zhuoli. No one else poked fun at Song Yu and Qi Chengzhi anymore.

After a while, she heard a swipe at the door. Song Yu got down from the bed and saw Qi Chengzhi holding three plastic bags. They were extremely thin, low-cost plastic bags.

Along with his entrance came the delicious aroma of food.

”Was there any traffic jam?” Song Yu went over immediately and took the food from his hands.

”Not really,” Qi Chengzhi replied. He bought enough of each for one person, but he knew that Song Yu would not be able to finish all three portions. He would be tasked to deal with the leftovers.

All of a sudden, Song Yu felt like she wanted to know how Qi Chengzhi looked like when he was standing at a snack stall dressed in such expensive clothes. The smell of smoke would have permeated into his shirt, and his slender fingers would have been holding twenty or so dollars. When he paid, his elegance and elite persona must have been a stark contrast to all the other ordinary citizens.

She placed the snacks on the table and tiptoed to kiss him. ”Sorry to put you through that trouble, Hubby.”