"My wife can't be getting jealous, can she? I'm still an employee in the sales department. Since I haven't been to work in so long, isn't it normal for Sister Chen, as the head of the department, to ask about me?" Though Zhou Fan was panicking inside, he showed no sign of it on the surface. He gave Chu Yan's small nose a fond pinch and said teasingly.
"Hmph, cut the act. Don't think I don't know you. With the way you welcome anyone who comes your way, do you really expect me to believe there's nothing more than a professional relationship between you and Chen Yi? Kill me, and I still wouldn't believe it!" Chu Yan snorted haughtily, then her tone shifted. "It's the same thing I always say: I don't care what you do outside, just don't let me see it. But in this house, there can only be one woman—me. Understand?"
