Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

The man was surprisingly not made displeased by her complaint. Rather, inwardly, he was slightly happy about her request.

“Many call you ‘Ge Ge’.” His heart was skipping with elation, but he did not express it outwardly.

“Huh? Just because of that? But… There are actually more people calling me ‘Pei Ge’,” she quickly refuted.

Due to him pouring a cold bucket of water on her just then, her initial inhibition was totally gone, and she was, in fact, fixing him with a challenging look.

“Cough!” An unnatural look spread across the man’s face.

With suspicion in her eyes, she surmised, “Don’t tell me… that you’re actually feeling shy right now?!”

He instantly fell silent.

In that moment, the spacious living room was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

She widened her eyes at his silence, for her statement was just a casual guess.

“… Really?” She looked at him disbelievingly. Scrutinizing his face, all she could see was a stoic and cold expression. There was no sign of embarrassment or shyness on his face.

“CE—er… Ziming, are you truly shy now?” She almost used the previous term to address him in her shock.

“Shut up.” He shot her a cold look and, with a frown, got up off the sofa.

Feeling his cold gaze on her, for a moment, she thought that he resembled an unfeeling and undesirous god.

How can this unfeeling person be shy?

I must be thinking wrongly again.

“Oh, sorry,” she quickly apologized.

He pursed his lips at her apology and peered at her lightly before walking away.

“CE—er… Ziming, where are you going?” She saw him walk away without a word.

Can I go back home now that Ji Ziming, this annoying fellow, is going away?

“Didn’t you say you are thirsty?” he asked in return. The man then continued on his way without looking back.

She gawked at his words. In the end, she chose to remain mum and seated on the sofa, observing the furnishings around her.

Only then did she realize, with a start, that no TV could be seen in this huge living room.

“I wonder how that annoying fellow spends his free time every day…” she mumbled.

Feeling bored at the lack of entertainment in the surroundings, she took out her phone and started playing a game on it.

A short while later, she saw him return with a silver tray.

“Er…” She stared open-mouthed, not knowing what to say, at the sight of him carrying the tray out.

I-I’m just thirsty and wants to drink water; why is he fussing so much about it?

Her mouth twitched at the cup and all sorts of bottles she saw on the tray.

Pak! He laid the tray on the black table.

“I only want to drink plain water,” she said weakly before gulping involuntarily.

My throat is just feeling parched! Plain water is the solution for that, right?! Why did this annoying fellow make me coffee?!

I hate bitter coffee the most!

“I don’t drink…” Coffee. She had to swallow the rest of her statement when he shot her a warning look.

That sharp gaze of his effectively shut her up, and she did not dare to speak further.

“Hmph!” he coldly harrumphed, a tinge of displeasure surfacing in his eyes.

How dare this d*mn woman reject my personally brewed coffee when it’s my first time making one for someone else?! She really doesn’t know how to appreciate things!

Feeling a little aggrieved, she pressed her lips firmly together and muttered inwardly, How dominating! This annoying fellow really… Just because you like drinking coffee doesn’t mean everyone else likes it, too!

And that’s especially the case for the extremely bitter ones!

“Drink it.” He ignored the unwillingness written all over her face and apathetically pushed the coffee toward her.

She lowered her head to look at the cup of brown coffee in front of her. Immediately after doing this, her face scrunched up with an expression bitterer than the coffee.

She had trouble forcing herself into drinking the coffee.

As she was filled with indecision on what to do next, a slender and well-toned hand suddenly held a bottle right above her cup of coffee.

“Huh?” She raised her head in surprise and saw the man pour the content of the bottle into her cup of coffee.

It was only when the white liquid mixed with the coffee that she belatedly realized what he had just done. He added milk into her drink.

She felt that she was going to turn blind at his actions.

This black-coffee lover who claims to have never added milk or sugar into his drink actually just added milk into my coffee?

I must be dreaming, right?!

The man finished adding milk into her drink while she was still in a state of shock, but before she could recover from this, he had put down the milk bottle and picked up the sugar container next. He then added sugar cubes into her coffee one by one.

The man’s act of putting sugar into her drink seemed so surreal she blanked out; she really felt that she was about to go blind from all this.

If not, why would I see this annoying fellow helping me add not only milk but also sugar into my coffee?!

I must be hallucinating!

Ding! A clear and bright sound echoed about.

She, who had fallen into a trance from observing his hands move, instantly returned to her senses and realized that a certain Mr. CEO had already thoughtfully stirred her coffee for her.

The slender hand stirred the coffee for a bit and then softly knocked on the cup’s rim with a silver spoon. Raising her head, she blankly looked at him.

“Are you alright?” The man before her suddenly seemed so foreign. When she had made him coffee a few days ago, he had even scolded her for adding sugar and milk into it. Right now, however, he even personally added the sweetening into her coffee!

Don’t tell me he swallowed the wrong medicine?