Entering the room, Li Yuqing said, "Lin Chen, why didn't you let me explain to her?"
Lin Chen chuckled, "What's there to explain? The more you try to clarify such things, the murkier they become, especially with old women like her. She has nothing better to do and gossip spreads fast. It's fine if they think we're a young married couple."
"Hmph, you dare to take advantage of me," Li Yuqing pouted.
Lin Chen smiled placidly and sat down on the sofa, looking very much like a man who had just returned home.
"Wife, your husband is hungry. Shouldn't you cook something delicious for me?" Lin Chen said with a smile.
"Hmph, go make instant noodles for yourself if you're hungry. You're out flirting with beauties all day, yet you still expect me to cook for you? No way," Li Yuqing's expression resembled that of a wronged little wife.
"Wife, do you really have the heart to let me cook?" Lin Chen said with a face full of grievance.
