Zhang Guoqing didn’t know that his mother, hundreds of miles away, was secretly planning to scold him; otherwise, he’d really plead innocent. Everyone knows he has a fierce wife, right?
Nowadays, there’s not even a female comrade who dares to chat him up. He reckons even the mosquitoes that bite him are male.
Unfortunately, reality soon slapped him in the face.
"Senior Zhang, there’s a movie showing tonight, could you save me a seat?"
Zhang Guoqing looked at the blushing girl in front of him, and his face immediately darkened. Was she deliberately trying to sabotage his marriage?
Yi Jiefang, with an arm over his shoulder, watched the scene gleefully and beckoned others over to join the fun.
"Miss, do you know my wife, Zhou Jiao?"
"What do you mean?"
"The only girl I’d save a seat for is Zhou Jiao. You’re coming over all shy, but what if my wife misunderstands? Can you handle that responsibility?"
Zhang Guoqing saw her eyes widen in disbelief and continued, "Don’t even think about targeting me. If anyone makes my wife misunderstand, they bear the consequences. A girl needs a bit of self-respect and self-love."
With that said, Zhang Guoqing dragged Yi Jiefang away. If they stayed, he reckoned he’d face a crying fit. These troublesome girls always wanted to stir things up.
Yi Jiefang, being dragged away, turned around, whistled, and shouted at the girl who stood dumbfounded, "You’re doomed. Wait until my little sister comes back to deal with you."
Qiao Na and the others laughed heartily at the back.
"This girl, she’s got guts! Really confident!"
"Oh my, there’s still someone who doesn’t know Xiao Wu is afraid of his wife."
The female student looked at them in disbelief, covered her face in realization, and ran away crying.
"Hey... don’t run, we haven’t even asked which class you are from... leave your name..."
Nobody paid any real attention to this farce, they just had a good laugh. Over the years, who didn’t know Zhang Guoqing was a wife-doting maniac?
But Zhang Guoqing cared. It wasn’t a coincidence that someone tried to hit on him while his wife wasn’t present during home troubles. What if he was alone, and some girl tried to frame him by clinging onto him?
Oh, he seemed to have discussed this scenario with Zhang Yuntao before... If a woman made a move, he should respond as he used to: kick them away. It’s been a while since he practiced that move; hopefully, he hasn’t gotten rusty.
Yi Jiefang, arm around Zhang Guoqing, laughed heartily as they walked.
"Alright, what’s so funny?"
"What do you think Jiao Jiao would do if she were here?"
"Glance over and keep walking."
Of course, Zhang Guoqing didn’t mention the most remarkable moment. The year he was interning, when returning to school, a girl stopped the two of them with an air of arrogance.
She didn’t even wait for him to speak. What expression did his wife have back then?
— With a cold face, she looked the girl up and down and said lightly, "Come back after cosmetic surgery and brainwashing." Then she ignored him and left.
This time, he couldn’t let her know, or she’d cold-shoulder him for days again.
"Da Yi, be a buddy and forget about this, don’t mention it to my wife."
Yi Jiefang looked at him disdainfully, "You hopeless wimp."
Zhang Guoqing got angry; how does loving your wife relate to being hopeless? "There’s too much going on at home these days, I don’t want to add to her worries."
"Why hasn’t she come back yet? Where exactly is she in the South? Tell me, I’ll find someone for you."


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