Back in the room, seeing a certain man grinning foolishly there, Fu Ling rolled her eyes at him.
"Honey, why's your face so red? Are you running a fever?" Su Encai, devoted to his wife, asked, perplexed as he looked at her.
Wasn't she going to give something earlier? She was fine then. How come her face turned so red all of a sudden?
"It's nothing." Fu Ling replied.
"What? Did you give that thing to Yunhai?" Su Encai asked.
"Gave it to Lingling." Fu Ling replied irritably. Asking her to give it to Yang Yunhai? How could she manage that! Plus, it was Gu Lingling who opened the door, or else how could she keep her old face!
"Then... how about..." Su Encai leaned in, trying to curry favor, "Should we have a go too?"
A go? Go do what? No way.
No means yes.
After so many years, Su Encai had learned one thing: you have to interpret women's words in reverse.
It's like now, his wife says no, but the subtext is—yes!
So, there's no need to listen to what the wife says.
