Cheng Huan's college wish list was like a match, reigniting the atmosphere at the table.
Right up until everyone left, Cheng Huan and Wei Zijin were still chattering about the details of the interview, with Tian Jiayi occasionally chiming in. The lively atmosphere from the start had returned.
Only Wang Xiaoliang and Luo Bisheng were left on the sidelines, shut out.
On the way home, Wang Xiaoliang drove while Wei Zijin sat in the passenger seat, her face flushed as she hummed a little tune out of key.
She could hold her liquor; she was only tipsy.
Yet Wang Xiaoliang kept feeling that something was a little off about his wife today.
From the way she had smiled and smoothed things over at dinner to her overly exuberant happiness now, everything seemed unusual.
"Honey, you seem a little off today," Wang Xiaoliang asked casually, watching the road ahead.
"Do I?" Wei Zijin turned toward him, her eyes curving into smiling crescents. "I'm just happy. So happy."
She stroked the side of Wang Xiaoliang's face.
"Ever since we got together, there have been so many things to be happy about. Every day feels like a dream."
Those words were cloyingly sweet, but the feeling that something was wrong only grew stronger in Wang Xiaoliang's heart.
"You're not telling the truth," he said with certainty. "Didn't we agree not to hide things from each other?"
The smile on Wei Zijin's face faded a little. She turned to watch the nighttime scenery racing past the window and said nothing.
Only after a few seconds did she casually toss out a remark.
"Tian Jiayi likes you."
Wang Xiaoliang's head buzzed, and he regretted it instantly. Why did I have to open my big mouth and ask?
Wasn't I just asking for trouble?
"Honey, can