Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2591: Chapter 395:

Bai Qingling blinked blankly, "What overtime?"

"Just eat."

Chu Junming decided to drop the topic.

This girl was clearly messing with him.

If he didn’t go along with her, she might add another crime to his account.

He wasn’t staying in G City for long and did need her to work overtime together so he could return earlier.

"I’ve already eaten."

Bai Qingling took out her phone, neglecting her chopsticks.

Seeing Chu Junming’s chopstick pause, her smile grew brighter.

Meeting Chu Junming’s inscrutable gaze, Bai Qingling laughed, reached for her chopsticks, and picked up some food.

Chu Junming withdrew his gaze.

Soon, he realized he was wrong again.

The food she picked up wasn’t fed into her own mouth, but placed into his bowl.

"Eat more. Waste not, want not. It’s shameful to waste food, no matter how rich you are."

"..."

Chu Junming was very gentlemanly.

Even so, he maintained a light smile.

His whole demeanor was elegant and noble.

Which caught the frequent sideways glances from a group of girls at the next table.

Bai Qingling also noticed those glances, lowered her voice, and said teasingly, "If you don’t eat, I’m afraid those little sisters at the next table will come over and gobble you up."

Chu Junming didn’t glance aside.

His dark eyes reflected Bai Qingling’s smile.

Sly, sweet.

He nodded, "Since you’re not eating, you should help me pick up the food. It’d be more sincere."

With that, he really did put the bracken she placed into the bowl into his mouth.

The flavor spread between his teeth and lips, and his attractive brows furrowed slightly, barely detectable.

"Is it good?"

In Bai Qingling’s bright and curious smile, a faint curve lifted the corner of his mouth as he vaguely muttered, "Mm."

"Then eat more."

Bai Qingling put another piece of cucumber into his bowl, then picked up some boiled cabbage.

She grabbed the spoon and served him soup.

Occupied with tasks, she no longer had time to look at her phone or the girls at the neighboring table.

Chu Junming ate elegantly and leisurely.

**

"Qingqing, are you really going to the Imperial City after you’re done here?"

At the restaurant entrance, Feng Yize and Wen Qinghuan walked in side by side, leaning slightly, and talking to her with bright smiles.

"Look, that handsome guy coming in at the door."

Bai Qingling heard a surprised voice from a girl at the next table, placed a piece of cabbage she picked up into Chu Junming’s bowl, and joked, "Here comes another handsome guy, they won’t be eyeing you then."

Chu Junming acted as if he hadn’t heard, not even raising his head.

Instead, he ate the cabbage she placed in his bowl, "How many pounds do I need to lose?"

"How many pounds?"

Bai Qingling didn’t catch on for a moment.

She reached her chopsticks to pick up bracken again.

Chu Junming’s slender fingers held the chopsticks, leaning slightly forward, looking at Bai Qingling, "Didn’t you say earlier I’d lose my figure and couldn’t find a wife?"

"Oh, I said it just in case."

Bai Qingling looked at him, pretending to assess, "You could lose three to five pounds. Of course, dieting isn’t the focus; working out is more important."

"To what extent?"

"At least six-pack abs. A man who looks slim in clothes but muscular without is the most attractive. Women love it."

"Third Brother, Qingling."

"Sister Qingling, you’re here too."

A sudden voice startled Bai Qingling, who was about to put bracken into Chu Junming’s bowl, to pause.

Looking up, she saw Feng Yize and Qinghuan standing beside her.

She was so focused on talking to Chu Junming before.

Never looked back, and since she was sitting with her back to the door, she didn’t realize the "handsome guy" mentioned by the girls at the next table was Feng Yize.

Chu Junming seemed surprised too, seeing Feng Yize and Qinghuan walk to their table.

He slightly curved his lip and greeted, "Yi Ze, Qinghuan, what a coincidence, have you not eaten yet, or have you already?"

As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught Bai Qingling with bracken, hesitating where to place it, with a frown.

"Why not eat?"

He asked lightly.

Bai Qingling glanced at him, feeding the bracken to herself.

Beside her, Qinghuan widened her eyes slightly, "Sister Qingling, you’re eating bracken, aren’t you afraid of allergies?"

"Allergic?"

Chu Junming raised an eyebrow, looking at Bai Qingling inquiringly.

"Yes, Sister Qingling can’t eat bracken; she’ll be allergic."

"If you can’t eat it, don’t eat it then."

Chu Junming lowered his brows, reaching out and holding Bai Qingling’s wrist.

Stopping her from feeding the chopsticks to her mouth within an inch.

Bai Qingling looked at Chu Junming in shock.

With calm composure, he took the bracken she picked and fed it to himself.

Feng Yize, "..."

Wen Qinghuan, "..."

Bai Qingling, "..."

A moment of silence.

Feng Yize turned his eyes to Qinghuan, and Bai Qingling glared at Chu Junming.

With a slight turn of thought, she looked up again at Feng Yize and Wen Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, Yi Ze, have you two not eaten yet?"

"No, we just arrived."

"Sit down and eat together."

Qingling said with a smile to Qinghuan and Feng Yize.

Feng Yize looked at Qinghuan for an opinion.

Qinghuan smiled, "No, I want to eat meat. You two are living too healthy. Enjoy your meal, Feng Yize, let’s sit over there."

"Alright."

Feng Yize and Qinghuan sat at an empty table one space away behind them.

Feng Yize looked at Qinghuan with more concern in his eyes.

Though he seemed indifferent on the surface, he was actually very attentive.

"Qinghuan, shall we choose another place to eat?"

Wen Qinghuan looked at him with a smile, "The goose feet here are delicious, why go elsewhere?"

"Then let’s eat here."

Feng Yize picked up the menu to order food.

**

"Qingling, do you know how many times you’ve misunderstood me?"

In the parking lot outside the restaurant.

Chu Junming looked at Bai Qingling, whom he was holding, unable to leave, angrily glaring at him with a cool gaze.

His expression was serene and indifferent.

Showing no sign of a guilty conscience for having done a bad thing.

Bai Qingling sneered, "How many times?"

"Too many, I didn’t count."

Chu Junming replied leisurely.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes landing on her wrist.

His grip was firm enough to stop her from leaving, the warmth of his finger pads intermingling with the temperature of her wrist, indistinguishable as to whose temperature was higher.

Bai Qingling struggled, "Chu Junming, I don’t know how I might have misunderstood you before, but today definitely isn’t one of those times."

She couldn’t believe that, facing the door, he hadn’t seen Feng Yize and Qinghuan until they were right in front of him.

These scheming businessmen used tricks and strategies in love; she didn’t care, but she couldn’t accept him using her to help Feng Yize find love.

Bai Qingling knew Qinghuan’s nature too well.

She feared Qinghuan didn’t just see Chu Junming eating the bracken she prepared but might have also seen her picking food for him, their chatting.

Bai Qingling didn’t know if Qinghuan had completely gotten over Chu Junming, but how long had it been since Qinghuan started having feelings for him? How could she feel comfortable looking at such a scene?