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Although her relationship with Luo Yibei is a hidden marriage, in any case, this marriage has also been genuinely certified, and the two have lived together for so long every day.

Luo Yibei is her nominal husband, but what is she doing now?

Helping her husband hit it off with his lover?

Should she be granted the highest honors as his wife?

Fang Chixia scoffed the more she thought about it. Whoever he wants to have an affair with is his business. Why should he string her along?

She stomped towards the door indignantly, but before her hand touched the door, Luo Yibei’s voice rang again, “I haven’t finished talking yet!”

Fang Chixia froze and stopped.

“Anything else?” She enquired hostily.

Luo Yibei just glanced at her, took out a notebook from the desk and a pen made of pure gold. She didn’t know what he write, but he tore off that page and handed it to her, “These are Su Ran’s preferences, crab roe pork dumplings, soy milk, fried breadsticks. Crab roe pork dumplings are only available at a shop in the western suburbs of the city. There’s a specialty store that sells soy milk in the south and go north for the fried breadsticks. She orders breakfast there every time she returns.”

He explained everything with a straight face, sending her running to the north, south and west just to buy three items. There was no hint of shame in his words as this should be by rights.

Fang Chixia glared at him with fiery eyes.

What outrageous way to dote on her!

West, south, north?

Why should she eat dumplings baked from her pain?

Fang Chixia shivered in anger.

Glaring at Luo Yibei for a while, she fought back dispassionately, “Rongxi is affluent and formidable. It has been expanding business recently. Would you like to consider putting up a dumpling and soy milk shop?”

Luo Yibei took a load of her reactions and rejoiced at the flames in her eyes, with his lips rising.

“Miss Fang, you can go!” He waved at her put his attention back to work.

Fang Chixia walked out of Rongxi with her fists tightly clenched. If she could, she really wanted to throw a punch directly on Luo Yibei’s face.

It’s just that, reality sucks.

In the absence of full economic independence, she could only stay in Rongxi, even knowing that he was deliberately creating hurdles for her to jump.

Fang Chixia doesn’t usually eat steamed buns or fried breadsticks at all. Though she grew up in City C, she has the faintest idea of the specialty store that Luo Yibei mentioned.

She drove away from Rongxi to the west suburbs and spent almost an hour to find the shop he said and then spent more time driving to the south and north of the city. By the time she bought everything back to the company, the whole morning was almost over.

So the food she brought back naturally have gone cold.

Su Ran indeed came as Luo Yibei predicted.

When Fang Chixia went into his office, she was flipping through a magazine.

Su Ran belongs to the kind of woman who only needs to sit quietly and put her hands and feet in a pose, and she’d be as beautiful as a painting.

Her beauty wasn’t visiually from her exquisite facial features. In terms of face alone, she isn’t as stunning as Fang Chixia.

Fang Chixia’s beauty belongs to the breathtaking type, dazzling as the morning dew on a blooming flower, which is absolutely noteworthy.

Su Ran’s beauty is reflected more from her temperament, a quiet valley orchid with serene fragrance.

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