She was righteous and indignant as she pointed at the milk tea on the coffee table. "I always berate people to their faces; receiving milk tea from that little vixen outside and daring to bring it home, it's as if President Fu doesn't even see me as his legitimate wife."
Fu Sichen stepped forward, closing the distance to Jiang Mian, his thin lips slightly curved as a faint chuckle emerged from his throat. "You're jealous..."
Jiang Mian weakly pushed Fu Sichen away. "Jealous of what? I'm not a vinegar jar."
She awkwardly smoothed her hair and glanced away.
"I ran into Xia Sheng on my way here; she insisted on following me, and this milk tea wasn't even my idea. She forced it on Xu Lai, who left it here when he reported for work."
Fu Sichen squatted in front of Jiang Mian, his deep black eyes radiating innocence. "It wasn't mine..."
Jiang Mian's hand stiffened, and the green tea sloshed around. No matter how you looked at it, Fu Sichen was also green tea now.
