Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire Chapter 842 - Women are trouble, especially Pei Ge.

Chapter 842: Women are trouble, especially Pei Ge.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the grand private room, music, which was relaxing, drifted into these people’s ears.
However, the air in the room was anything but that.
Four handsome men were in the room, and rather than feeling relaxed, all of them had somber expressions.
“… I have something on, so I’ll take my leave now.”
After a long pause, Fu Mingxuan broke the silence.
He got up and smiled slightly at Ji Ziming.
Once he said that, he made his exit and quickly disappeared from their sight.
“T-This… What just happened…”
Liao Gaofei laughed dryly, shifting his gaze between the other two in the room.
Although he was still a little clueless on what had just transpired, he still knew that something had occurred between Fu Mingxuan and Ji Ziming.
Ji Ziming did not answer his question but merely raised a brow. Following their friend’s departure, he also got up and headed toward the door.
“Wait! Are you leaving, too?”
Liao Gaofei hurriedly got up off the sofa when he realized that the man was leaving.
“Mhm.”
The other hummed in affirmation and left just like that.
Hence, only two men were left in the spacious private room.
He scanned the room with a very confused expression.
“Hey, tell me what just happened between those two? Why did they behave so weirdly today? Mingxuan’s expression was especially ugly.”
He elbowed the man beside him, who had kept silent since their two friends started going at each other’s throat.
“What happened? Hur…” Mu Heng put down his wine glass and chuckled. His chuckle seemed to be filled with feelings of complexity, though.
” Sigh … Women… are trouble. They are trouble, I tell you…”
He picked up his wine glass again and downed it at once, looking as if he had just had a major breakup.
“What are you talking about? What trouble? Tell me what happened with those two instead of all this nonsense.”
Seeing the man act like an alcoholic, Liao Gaofei wordlessly rolled his eyes.
“What else could it be? They just found out the truth! Sigh! Who else isn’t a better choice? Why did they have to fall in love with one that has average looks and bad temper…”
The rest of his words were flushed down his stomach as he chugged down alcohol, causing the other not to hear anything despite him paying close attention to his words.
“Can you stop drinking for a minute? Who likes whom? I don’t understand anything.”
He spat in exasperation and proceeded to grab the man’s hand, which was holding the wine glass.
The other did not seem to be in the mood to explain, however, as he simply swept away his hand and kept drowning himself in alcohol.
“Okay, you stupid bird, just keep me company as I drink. It’s not like telling you will solve anything…”
Those two are tough nuts to crack. They are so stubborn that, if they don’t think it through themselves, it won’t matter how much others talk to them.
I just hope that they won’t have a fall out in consideration of their years of friendship…
…
After coming out of the chaotic and messy bar, Fu Mingxuan sucked in a breath of fresh air and felt as if he had just expelled the depressive air in him.
‘She’s the woman in my heart…
‘I am getting engaged next week with Pei Ge.’
These stifling words played on a loop in his head.
The man’s words were akin to needles repeatedly pricking his heart, making him feel inexplicably furious.
“D*mn it!”
Standing in front of his car calmly, he suddenly kicked its tires with all his might as he cursed. His warm voice was now filled with anger.
“It’s clearly me who met her first…”
A hurt and indignant expression appeared on his face. He knew that his present actions were very despicable and shameless.
Right now, he was very unlike his usual self and upbringing.
It was even against his morals, but… but… he really did not want to watch and be unable to do anything. He did not want to let go of that woman easily and watch her become someone else’s wife.
“Mingxuan.”
Just as he was getting into a state of frenzy of rage, a low and clear voice pulled him back to reality.
“Ziming?”
He spun and saw the man strolling toward him expressionlessly.
“I drank some alcohol, so send me home.”
The man lightly spoke after stopping in front of him.
“…” He paused for a while and then nodded. “Okay.”
Actually, anyone could see that this was merely an excuse.
Not only did the man not imbibe much, even if he did drink too much, he still had a chauffeur.
However, now, he was actually requesting a ride from him…
Pak!
He put on his seatbelt after securing the locks of the car doors and pursed his lips slightly as he looked at his friend from the rearview mirror.
“Where are you staying tonight?”
“The apartment in the middle of the city. You know it,” replied the man.
“Okay.”
He nodded and stepped on the gas.
The car quickly drove out of the carpark and sped on the highway.
Perhaps due to them not being talkative people or what had happened earlier, the car was silent.
Both were clearly childhood friends, yet within this cramped space, none said a word.
“Tell me about the girl you like; what was she like back then?”
To make you like her so much even now that she’s become your friend’s woman, what’s preventing you from putting down your feelings for her?