Who Are You Calling Stupid?

For once, Jiang Shaocheng found he couldn't argue. "So you're going to leave just like that?" he asked Tang Qiu.

This was her cue to give him a goodbye kiss–a practice that she secretly enjoyed, and that warmed her heart. But Ke Liuyi was right there, same as yesterday. Shyly, she gave him a pat on the shoulder, like they were brothers instead of husband and wife.

"You can do it!" she said encouragingly, and fled. Jiang Shaocheng stifled a disbelieving laugh.

Ke Liuyi's fists clenched when she saw the smile tugging at his lips. "Ms Tang is such a darling," she commented.

"She is," he echoed, eyes uncharacteristically soft. "But you should refer to Qiu as Mrs Jiang instead."

"Don't you despise that surname?" She raised a playful brow. "Or should I call her Mrs Shaocheng?"

Jiang Shaocheng gave it a moment's contemplation. "I don't mind that either."