"Mr. Wen, you come and go as you please... It makes me feel less like your proper wife and more like your kept mistress." She nonchalantly fluttered her long lashes, a soft, enchanting smile in her eyes, but she didn't look at him. Instead, she turned on the television.
It was unclear what Wen Jie was thinking, but his expression softened slightly. "I came to take you back to the manor."
"No, thanks. I'll stay here. I'm quite comfortable." She lazily flipped through the channels. "You're here so early, Mr. Wen. Have you eaten?"
"...I have." Wen Jie was clearly not pleased with her answer, and his voice grew several degrees colder.
"In that case, I won't have them prepare anything for you." She glanced at the financial news on the TV, handed him the remote, and rose gracefully, making her way to the dining room.
Wen Jie: "..."
'The new cook knew she liked crispy duck, so she'd specially learned the recipe to make it for her. So much more considerate than that bastard.'
