Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious Chapter 138: Like An Buried Treasure

Chapter 138: Like An Buried Treasure

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the Jingsheng Corporation CEO’s Office, Ye Nanshen’s phone suddenly rang.

An imperceptible smile flashed across Ye Nanshen’s handsome face. He thought, ‘Didn’t I just text her? Why is she looking for me?’

Ye Nanshen realized that after he began to suspect Rong Qi, she simply stopped pretending. Every time he looked for her, her tone was so arrogant that he could not go back to the time when she called him Da Da.

For example, when Rong Qi asked Ye Nanshen about Zheng Zhixuan, she sent him a message, [Did you ask someone to call the police?]

When Ye Nanshen saw that, he almost laughed madly. However, he was more happy than mad for some reason.

Ye Nanshen decided that if Rong Qi’s tone was still as bad as before, he would punish her when he got home tonight. Otherwise, he would not be able to exercise his rights as a husband in the future. It would be too embarra.s.sing to be seen by others.

In the past, when Ye Nanshen was working, he would not reply to other people’s messages. But now, as long as he thought that it was Rong Qi who sent it to him, he could not help but pick up his phone.

Ye Nanshen wanted to know what Rong Qi would say to him. He smiled deeply and picked up his phone.

However, the moment Ye Nanshen saw the private message, the smile on his face froze. His smiling eyes were instantly filled with dark clouds as he stared at the message, his hand holding the phone tightly.

[Ye Nanshen, are you okay?]

Ye Nanshen’s expression changed drastically after reading that short sentence.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Suddenly, Ye Nanshen felt a sharp pain in his chest. He coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood fell on his handkerchief.

“Master Shen!”

Zhuang Ling barged in and poured a gla.s.s of water for Ye Nanshen. Then, Zhuang Ling quickly found the medicine left behind by Shanon and fed it to Ye Nanshen.

“Master Shen, are you alright?” Zhuang Ling looked at the blood on the handkerchief, and his expression changed.

‘Wasn’t he much better before? Why is he coughing again? Ever since Ms. Shanon took over, he hadn’t coughed like this for a long time. What happened today?’

“Master Shen, I’ll contact Ms. Shanon and ask her to come over and take a look at you,” Zhuang Ling said worriedly.

Ye Nanshen’s face was pale. He said, “No need. I’m fine. I just couldn’t control my emotions. There’s no need to alert her.”

Ye Nanshen did not want to admit that he cared about that short sentence.

Even a few words could make him lose control.

“I’m fine. You can go back to your duties,” said Ye Nanshen.

Ye Nanshen’s face was cold. Compared to his previous coldness, it was even colder.

Zhuang Ling saw that Ye Nanshen’s condition had stabilized, and there was no danger of his illness acting up. He nodded and turned to leave.

The office door was shut again. Ye Nanshen leaned back in his chair tiredly, took off his coat, and closed his eyes to rest.

The moment Ye Nanshen took off his suit in frustration, a faint fragrance entered his nose. The familiar smell was mixed with the fragrance of dried herbs.

Ye Nanshen took out the sachet in his inner lining, and his tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed. It was the sachet that Rong Qi had given him when he was on a business trip. He never threw it away and kept it in his pocket.

Ye Nanshen rubbed the sachet in his hand, and the restlessness in his heart gradually sank. He thought, ‘That silly little Rong Qi. Even if she was not a r.e.t.a.r.d, she was still a silly girl.’

The time Ye Nanshen spent with Rong Qi flashed through his mind. It has always been relaxing and pleasant. Rong Qi was like a buried treasure. Wherever Ye Nanshen went, she would surprise him.

Rong Qi would fight with Ye Nanshen aggressively, throw a tantrum at him with an angry face, mischievously prank Old Mr. Ye, and naively quarrel with the parrot..