After leaving the coffee shop with Lu Jihan, Song Yinyin didn’t dare to speak.

Even looking at the back of the man’s head, she could tell that Lu Jihan was angry.

She also knew why he was angry, because she met Professor Qin Qing behind his back and almost fell into Qin Qing’s trap.

She pressed her lips together, not daring to speak.

Only after they walked out of the coffee shop did she shiveringly try to withdraw her hand from his large palm.

However, when Lu Jihan realized she wanted to escape, he tightened his grip on her small hand, not allowing her to leave even a step.

Song Yinyin didn’t dare to struggle, obediently letting him hold her body.

Lu Jihan held her tightly, making Song Yinyin feel as if she were about to be absorbed into him. It hurt a bit, his muscles were quite firm, and she felt like she was being knocked around.

But she didn’t dare to open her mouth, knowing she was at fault, she could only obediently keep silent, saying nothing.

When they reached the car, with a loud clang, he opened the car door and gave a vigorous push.

Song Yinyin was pulled into the car, even stumbling a bit.

Fortunately, the seat had a cushion, otherwise her face could have been hurt with that fall.

She turned back angrily to glare at the man behind her, but as she turned, she found that Lu Jihan had also gotten in.

She quickly shifted over, but Lu Jihan had already sat down by her side.

The next second, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist again.

He appeared to sit there lazily, yet his amber eyes were stormy, and his lips were tightly pressed, clearly very angry.

Song Yinyin occasionally glanced at the man beside her, weighing whether with his face looking so grim today, would he... spank her?

Knowing how things work, it would be best to quickly appease him, admit her fault, and maybe he’ll forgive her.

Hmm, decision made, she awkwardly smiled and said, "Um... husband, dear husband, can you not be angry anymore, can you, can you just forgive me?"

Oh my, her coquettish voice could practically nauseate herself.

He suddenly turned his head, looking at her, eyes as sharp as daggers.

Being glared at like this, Song Yinyin was a bit scared, subconsciously swallowing a gulp of saliva, too scared to speak.

Lu Jihan raised an eyebrow, smiling.

But this smile made Song Yinyin’s scalp tingle.

"Husband, why are you smiling?"

"Calling me husband?" he retorted, smiling eerily.

"Haha, if you’re not my husband, then who are you?"

"You still remember I’m your husband?"

He scoffed coldly through his nose, "You know I’m your husband, yet you secretly went to see Qin Qing? Don’t you realize, if I hadn’t arrived in time, you as the silly woman might have done something foolish again!"

She pouted in annoyance.

"I went to see him for you, because I also wanted... to contribute, after all, it’s because of me that he purposely made things difficult for you..."

Seeing her head drooped, voice downhearted, Lu Jihan was not so angry anymore, reached out his hand with a stretch of fingers.

"Come here."

His enchanting amber eyes narrowed quietly.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him.

He huffed with a displeased tone: "If you want me not to be angry, you have to do something to cheer me up, right?"

Song Yinyin blinked, her brain slow for a few seconds before it caught up.

Turns out he was asking to be pampered...

How to make him happy?

Suddenly, an idea struck her mind.

The next second, she proactively offered her red lips, using a kiss to soothe his anger.

She mimicked the way he usually did, sticking out her little tongue, entering his mouth, gently sucking on his lips, teasing his tongue.

At the moment she actively hooked his tongue with her own, Lu Jihan’s originally cold eyes seemed to ignite.