CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: ARE YOU HINTING AT SOMETHING?

Everyone’s eyes turned sharply towards Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming came to Sang Yu’s side, standing protectively beside her.

She had called him when Sang Yu arrived.

Because today, he happened to need to go to the newspaper office to submit a manuscript, he brought some egg tarts along.

So when the time was about right, Jiang Jingming came out.

That’s why he was able to appear here so quickly.

Song Jiajia glanced at Jiang Jingming: "Jiang Jingming."

Jiang Jingming’s gaze fell on Sang Yu, completely ignoring Song Jiajia.

Jiang Jingming: "Are you okay?"

The voice was gentle.

The on-duty personnel nearby were shocked to see this scene.

They had heard before that Vice Jiang treated his wife very well, especially gently, unlike his usual demeanor towards them, and now seeing it was true.

This gentle Vice Jiang was something they were seeing for the first time.

But also, with such a beautiful woman like his wife, she should naturally be cared for tenderly.

Don’t mention Vice Jiang, if they could marry such a beautiful wife, they would undoubtedly be even more gentle.

Song Jiajia saw Jiang Jingming not glance at her and felt unbalanced inside.

"Jiang Jingming, I should be your wife."

Song Jiajia’s voice was loud, suddenly drawing everyone’s attention inside the police station towards her.

Sang Yu watched Song Jiajia leisurely.

Jiang Jingming’s eyes turned cold, looking expressionlessly at Song Jiajia: "Mr. Song, my wife is Sang Yu, and will only be Sang Yu. I hope you stop saying these things, I don’t wish for my loved one to feel sad because of this."

Song Jiajia couldn’t accept it: "Jiang Jingming, why, why are you so good to her?"

Jiang Jingming spoke naturally: "Because she is my beloved."

Song Jiajia shook her head, staring at Jiang Jingming with madness: "No, no, it’s not because of that."

When she married Jiang Jingming, he wasn’t like this at all.

He was so indifferent, wouldn’t even come home at night.

How could it be because of this?

Sang Yu understood what Song Jiajia was thinking now, probably regretting that Lu Hao, the freeloader, wasn’t successful and regretting choosing him over Jiang Jingming.

Regretting letting go of Jiang Jingming and choosing Lu Hao, the freeloader.

Back when Lu Hao returned successfully to Sea City, Lu Yao once told her marrying Lu Hao was her loss.

But the original owner was timid, dared not say anything.

So without Lu Yao’s help, Lu Hao couldn’t have succeeded.

Judging by Song Jiajia’s current state, it must have gone badly for her.

"Jiang Jingming, you should not forget, I am your fiancée, and Sang Yu’s fiancé is Lu Hao, not you, I am the one who should be marrying you, you ought to protect me."

Everyone looked at Song Jiajia as if looking at a lunatic.

Sang Yu snickered: "I say, dear cousin, have you forgotten who insisted on swapping with me back then, and now you’re telling me you regret it?"

Song Jiajia stated righteously: "Yes, I regret it, Sang Yu, and I want to swap back now."

Before Sang Yu could speak, Jiang Jingming interrupted: "Mr. Song, marriage is not a game, you forced Xiao Yu to swap initially, now you want to swap back, even if Xiao Yu agrees, I won’t!"

Song Jiajia refused to believe it, backing away step by step, looking at Sang Yu and Jiang Jingming: "No, it’s not like this, it’s not like this!"

Song Jiajia seemed crazy as she ran out of the police station.

Jiang Jingming withdrew his gaze, looking at Sang Yu, his gaze gradually gentle.

"It’s okay."

Sang Yu nodded: "Mm."

Everyone watching felt awkward too, seeing Song Jiajia leave, they chimed in: "Vice Jiang, your wife is truly beautiful."

"Yeah, no wonder Lin Wen and the others always say she looks like a celestial fairy, seeing her today, your wife is stunning."

Jiang Jingming nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Sang Yu also gave a very polite smile: "Thank you all."

"By the way, these are some egg tarts I made, please taste them." Sang Yu said.

"Really? Thanks a lot, Madam."

"Thanks, Madam!"

"Madam, what is an egg tart?"

Everyone looked puzzled at Sang Yu, wanting to know what an egg tart was too.

Sang Yu: "In simple terms, it’s like an egg cake."

Sang Yu opened the lunchbox and took out the egg tarts inside.

She made plenty, enough to share with people at the station.

"Smells so fragrant, it’s even more fragrant than egg cake."

"I agree, it looks delectable."

"Just smelling it makes my mouth water."

"Don’t be shy, everyone, have a taste." Sang Yu invited.

They looked simultaneously at Jiang Jingming behind Sang Yu, seeing him nod before accepting the egg tarts she offered.

Someone bit into one, looking satisfied: "Hmm...., so delicious, truly tasty, better than egg cake."

"I think so too, tastes a hundred times better than egg cake, absolutely delicious."

"Madam, you’ve got amazing cooking skills, Vice Jiang is so lucky."

"Madam, do you have any sisters?"

Sang Yu laughed: "I only have one cousin, whom you’ve already met."

The air paused for a second, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha."

"Do you like her?"

The previous speaker quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I was just joking."

"Vice Jiang, you are really fortunate, being able to eat Madam’s delicious food every day."

Jiang Jingming did not comment: "Indeed."

He gazed lovingly at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, what does indeed mean.

"Once it’s distributed, I’ll take you to the office." Jiang Jingming stepped forward and took the lunchbox.

"Alright."

Everyone knew not to be a third wheel at this moment, watching Jiang Jingming take Sang Yu away.

Jiang Jingming led Sang Yu into the office.

"You’d better not come over so often in the future."

Sang Yu crossed her arms, looking at Jiang Jingming: "Why? Is coming here interfering with you being with another woman?"

Jiang Jingming wrapped his arms around Sang Yu’s waist, gently caressing like those nights: "Sorry, I misspoke, I am worried about you, afraid you’d get too tired."

Sang Yu was deliberately saying that, naturally knowing Jiang Jingming meant nothing else.

"What’s tiring about it, it’s just a short distance, and I came by car."

Jiang Jingming’s grip tightened slightly, pulling Sang Yu wholly into his embrace, catching the scent of the man.

The man leaned down, whispering softly in Sang Yu’s ear: "So, is my darling hinting to me? Hinting that I wasn’t vigorous enough last night?"