Song Qingshu's breathing caught. He instinctively looked back at Zhao Min, only to find her winking at him. The charm in that instant made him feel as though he had been struck by lightning.
Zhao Min giggled. "Your wife is jealous." Yet her tone was unmistakably gloating.
What a little demoness. Song Qingshu cursed inwardly. He had to admit that it was no wonder Zhao Min had been so popular in the original story. The allure in her every smile and frown was truly extraordinary.
Before long, the three of them gathered around the dining table. Song Qingshu sat at the head, while Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min sat on either side. To an outsider, with two peerless beauties accompanying him left and right, he seemed to be enjoying the blessings of having both. Only Song Qingshu knew how tormenting it was to sit between them.
Feeling sparks practically crackling in the air, Song Qingshu coughed and deliberately exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "Wow, this chicken leg is glistening with oil and smells amazing. It must be delicious. I'm just hungry too..."
As he spoke, he lifted a chicken leg into the air with his chopsticks. But before he could put it into his own bowl, both women, as though they had planned it beforehand, extended their bowls toward him at the same time. Song Qingshu went rigid. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself. Why couldn't he just eat quietly? He had to make such a fuss, and now he was doomed.
"I asked my husband to serve me food. What are you trying to pull here?" Zhou Zhiruo shot Zhao Min a sidelong glance, then asked Song Qingshu sweetly, "Qingshu, it's only natural for a husband to serve his wife food, isn't it?"
"Yes... yes." Song Qingshu's