Chapter 274 - I Do Not Have Enough Lobsters to Eat

Chapter 274: I Do Not Have Enough Lobsters to Eat

“Who are you calling a mistress?” Qing Ning could no longer contain her rage.
“Whoever intends to become a homewrecker and snatch my man for herself will be considered a mistress. I wasn’t referring to you, Ms. Qing Ning,” said Ye Erruo ever so innocently.
“YOU!”
The woman stood up, stomping her feet with her hands trembling in fury before all of a sudden turning around and leaving their table.
She let out a smug snort as she picked up her drink and took a sip. And I thought she was so capable.
Behind her was a gleeful Mo Jiangye, whose eyes were smiling crescents. His arms were tightly wrapped around his woman’s waist.
“You’re holding me too tightly. Loosen your hold.” Ye Erruo looked down and tried to pry his hands away.
Alas, not only did he not loosen his hold on her, but he hugged her even tighter than before. “Okay, repeat what you said earlier.”
“What I said earlier?”
“How would you feel if I dined with another woman?”
She turned her head over and shot him a look. “Just tell me directly that you want to hear me say that I would get jealous.”
This made the man smirk wickedly. “Okay.”
“…”
Suddenly, the woman, who had left their table just moments ago, returned ever so calmly as though nothing had happened earlier. “Brother Jiangye, I’ll treat you to a meal whenever you’re free.”
Ye Erruo burst into laughter as she sarcastically asked, “When would you be free, hubby?”
“All my time belongs to my wifey.”
“…”
Qing Ning fought hard to keep the smile, which was threatening to slip off, on her face as she left the bar with her entourage of bodyguards.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Say, why is she so thick-skinned?”
Mo Jiangye suddenly stood up and picked his wife up. “Does she even have dignity?”
“Hmph!”
“It’s getting late. Let’s head back now.”
While hugging him tightly, she blurted out weakly and petulantly, “You’re not allowed to dine with her.”
He peered down at the woman in his arms, who seemed to have become even more adorable than before.
“I won’t dine, meet, or talk to her. I wouldn’t dare go against my wife’s wishes.”
She sucked her lips in satisfaction. “Is that so?”
“Yes—Ha!” The man started snarling all of a sudden in a certain direction.
Curious, she followed his line of vision, only to see Bo Jinyan and Yu Lingfeng having a drink not far away from them. The two men turned their heads over at that moment, probably sensing that someone was looking in their direction, and their eyes met.
“Why are they here?”
“That’s exactly my sentiment. Why are they here?” Mo Jiangye gritted out. “Don’t tell me that you have no idea whatsoever.”
“I truly didn’t know they would be here.” The surprised woman wanted to be put down on the ground.
“How long have these two been camping here? How lucky of them to turn up on the rare day you decided to come here and sing! That’s no easy feat,” he said.
“It’s just a coincidence.” How could they possibly be camping here in wait for me?
He set her down on her feet and put an arm around her waist as he narrowed his eyes at the men sitting at the opposite table, who raised their beer cups in greeting and flashed particularly brilliant smiles at his woman.
“You said they weren’t here for you.”
“…”
“Let’s go home.” The sight of these two men was a total buzzkill for him.
Ye Erruo followed her husband closely. “It’s been quite a while since I last showed up. They had no idea that I’d be here, so it must have been a coincidence.”
The man remained sullen. “When are you going to close this bar of yours?”
“Why do I have to close it?”
“I don’t like it,” he answered frostily. “Do I not have enough money for you to spend or enough food for you to eat? Why do you need to have a bar to earn money?”
The woman, who was walking behind him, suddenly jumped in front of him and leaned against him to whisper in his ear, “I don’t have enough lobsters to eat.”