A Little Concern, But Not Much

Wang Hainei championed freedom of dress. She was carefree, uninhibited, and unconcerned with the little things. She never deliberately seduced men, yet she flashed herself without reservation—in other words, she was what people called a bodhisattva.

To Jiang Qin, this Good Friend of China truly did not treat herself like an outsider.

Feng Nanshu, however, was a jealous airhead who would not let her dress like that. She clung tightly to Jiang Qin, keeping him and Wang Hainei apart for fear that her brother might accidentally put his arms around the wrong person.

The key was that Wang Hainei kept provoking her, until she could not help kicking Wang Hainei.

Jiang Qin felt as though he were holding a little pig struggling everywhere, rubbing against him nonstop. Just as he felt himself about to react again, he swatted her little bottom, finally making her quiet down for a while. She pulled her feet back with a series of little huffs and puffs, then covered Jiang Qin's eyes.

"Nan Shu, you're so stingy. I don't even mind."

"Yours aren't nice to look at. My brother doesn't like looking at them."

Feng Nanshu kicked her again, her face full of vigilance.

Wang Hainei loved watching her get jealous. Girls seemed cutest when they were jealous, so she narrowed her eyes and leaned over. "Feng Nanshu, you and Jiang Qin are just Good Friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend. His eyes are free, right, President Jiang?"

While Feng Nanshu was talking with Wang Hainei, her hand had already slipped down without her realizing it. She could not cover Jiang Qin's eyes at all.

So Jiang Qin covered his own eyes and said, "She may not be my girlfriend, but she's Jiang's Wife."

"That's right. I'm Jiang's Wife."

Feng Nanshu was not foolish. Compared with