The moment Fu Yanli spoke, Jiang Xun's hands froze.
Ye Jing and Song Yan both looked over, seemingly surprised by Fu Yanli's sudden move.
This married couple was getting more blatant by the minute. Cold sweat nearly broke out on Jiang Xun's forehead as he refused repeatedly, "No, no, it's fine..."
His last word had barely fallen before Fu Yanli took the sticky rice chicken from his plate and placed it in front of himself, right under Ye Jing's and Song Yan's eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere at the table seemed to grow even stranger.
Jiang Xun: "..."
This lunatic. Go ahead, be crazy. Who could out-crazy you?
Jiang Xun couldn't stay any longer. Regardless of how it tasted, he quickly finished the remaining food on his plate and downed the soy milk in his cup.
"I'm done. Take your time."
With that, Jiang Xun picked up his empty plate and fled. His panicked retreat made it look as though a dog were chasing him.
Ye Jing looked away, propped her chin on her hand, and pondered for a moment before turning an inquisitive gaze toward Fu Yanli. "Does Xiao Xun know something?"
Fu Yanli put the last bite of sticky rice chicken into his mouth. Only after finishing it did he reply unhurriedly, "What do you think?"
Ye Jing smiled sweetly. "How would I know, hubby?"
She drew out the word "hubby," sounding intimate yet teasing.
Across from them, Song Yan abruptly set down her knife and fork, displeasure written all over her handsome, delicate features.
Fu Yanli lifted his eyes and cast a mild glance across the table, his words pointed. "Stop acting. You'll have trouble wrapping this up."
"Fine." Ye Jing stood with her plate and moved into Jiang Xun's former seat.
Then she hugged Song