About Self-Esteem (Part 4)

Huo Ting walked into the living room and saw Gongbei Cheng freely pouring and drinking red wine from a glass, as though he was in his own house.

Seeing his behavior, Huo Ting couldn’t help but say angrily, “You should take your wife at hand! How can a woman dress like a man all day?”

Gongbei Cheng sighed and said, “I feel more at ease this way. Only some young girls would be obsessed with my wife dressed like this anyway. Nothing would happen since they have the same gender. I’ll be stressed out if she changed to women’s clothing and have men chasing her.”

“You’re too naive!” Huo Ting said coldly. “Don’t you think it’s a serious problem that your wife doesn’t give you a proper title even until now?”

This matter had always bothered Gongbei Cheng. His face turned dark after it was uttered out loud by Huo Ting, and he said loudly, “Who says my wife doesn’t give me a proper title? She listens to everything that I say and doesn’t dare to oppose me!”

Huo Ting glanced at Gongbei Cheng and saw the hurt on his face. He didn’t believe a word he just said.

Compared with Xia Yi, he thought of Su Mianmian and how good his little lamb was. Not only was she good-looking, she was also obedient and sensible.

After making a drink, Gongbei Cheng saw that Huo Ting didn’t even give him any facial expression. Feeling snubbed, he touched his face and said, “Don’t laugh at me. Now that you’re married, you’ll definitely be worse than me in the future.”

Huo Ting said coldly, “I’m different from you.”

Right after he finished talking, Xia Yi came out and picked up where he left off, saying scornfully, “Yes, my hubby’s technique isn’t lousy like yours!”

“Wifey, you’re out!” Gongbei Cheng rushed up, sucking up to her and asked thoughtfully. “Are you tired? Huo Ting has a good bottle of red wine here. Let’s take it back to drink later.”

Xia Yi gave him a push and said, “Go entertain yourself by the side first. I have something to say to Huo Ting.”

“What do you mean by that?” Huo Ting asked angrily.

“Hey, Huo Ting, my wife doesn’t mean anything.” Gongbei Cheng whispered to Xia Yi, saying, “Wifey, even if you are very satisfied with my technique, don’t say it in front of Huo Ting! Men care very much about such issues concerning one’s dignity! Besides, Huo Ting’s technique is lousy because he’s inexperienced.”

Xia Yi glanced at him and smiled, “We shall talk about your rich experience when we get back. Now, get over there.”

Gongbei Cheng shrugged his head and silently retreated to the side, looking at Xia Yi with his eyes wide open.

Xia Yi went up to Huo Ting, ignoring his erupting look, took out an ointment from her bag and said to him, “Little Cutie sustained a waist injury which led to a fever because someone was too rough and his technique was too lousy. I gave her a fever-reducing injection and she will be fine tomorrow. This is the ointment. I’ve just given her a massage to relax the waist. In the next few days, make sure she has a massage every day, and she should recover soon.”

After that, she looked at him with a very strange expression, and asked after a brief thought, “If there’s a need, my hubby has some… ahem, education videos, I’ll get him to send to you. Sometimes, it’s not about using brute force.”

“…” Huo Ting’s face was now totally dark.

Gongbei Cheng, who was at the side, couldn’t control himself anymore and started laughing loudly with his hand on his stomach.

“Hahahaha… Don’t worry, Huo Ting, I have a lot of resources. I’ll gather them and send them to you. I guarantee that your little lamb will not be injured because of…your brute force next time… hahahaha…”

Huo Ting thought, he got the ointment anyway!

Even if he bashed up Gongbei Cheng now, it shouldn’t affect the little lamb’s health anymore?

After taking a glance at Huo Ting whose emotions were getting out of control, Xia Yi pulled Gongbei Cheng and walked out as she said, “Okay, we’re off now. Give me a call again if there’s anything.”

“…” Looking at the couple who quickly disappeared in front of him, Huo Ting’s mood became slightly better.

He looked down at the ointment in his hand and pondered. Is his technique really so bad?

Wasn’t the little lamb moaning comfortably?

Mianmian would probably cry out if she knew about his thoughts. Uncle, she was screaming in pain alright?!