“Then why did you get so angry when I said the three of them were gorgeous?”

He gave her a sidelong glance. When did I get angry?

Mu Huan: “…”

He had done such a childish act of putting her favorite food in front of her and then taking it away without letting her have any of it. What was this if it weren’t anger?

Men!

“Good if you’re not angry, then. Now that I can’t have my favorite crayfish, there’s nothing else I want to eat. I’ll go play mahjong with the rest of them,” she said as she started to get to her feet.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get up.

“Aren’t you going to play mahjong?” Bo Junyan smiled at her and continued, “Why aren’t you leaving?”

Mu Huan: “…!!!”

How was she going to get up if he was holding on to her so tightly?!

He gave another frosty humph as his expression darkened further.

Given the situation, Mu Huan reached out and took his face in her hands. She said, “Gosh! Isn’t my Hubby dashing! All of the most handsome men in the universe added up couldn’t compare to a strand of my Hubby’s gorgeous hair!”

Bo Junyan continued to look at her icily without saying a word.

“My god, I envy myself for having found such a wonderful husband!” She looked at him with an expression of envy and jealousy at herself.

Still, he looked on silently with that stone-cold expression.

“I must have rescued the entire galaxy to have deserved meeting you, Hubby, in this lifetime!”

He recalled at some point in the past, he had heard her say something about having rescued the entire galaxy. At the time, he thought she was delirious.

After that, he realized what that phrase meant.

So even back then, she felt that it was a good thing to have married him?

His steely cold eyes finally softened.

“Hubby, I suddenly realized we have never really taken a photo together! Let’s take a selfie!” Mu Huan said as she raised her camera to get ready for a selfie.

Bo Junyan said with a cold expression, “No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on… come on…” Mu Huan said, acting like a spoiled child.

“No.”

“If you’re not going to take one with me, I’ll go and take one with some other handsome guy!” Mu Huan said with a humph.

“Go, then.”

Mu Huan: “…”

Really, what would one do with a husband who would give in to neither the hard nor the soft approach!

Then, an idea struck. She lowered her head and, after a while, looked up with teary eyes, saying, “I know. Because we were married through a matchmaking event, you don’t like me at all. You get angry at me for the slightest thing and feel it shameful to even take a selfie with me…”

As she said this, tears began to roll down her face.

Bo Junyan: “…”

“Fine, if you refuse to take a selfie. And fine, if you want to be angry at me and ignore me. And fine too, if you want to starve me to death!” At this point, she started to sob.

Bo Junyan: “…”

Mu Huan thought that, surely, now that it had come to this, he’d give in and try to placate her.

Alas.

The man suddenly reached into her pocket and pulled out a little bottle. He asked, “Tearing solution?”

Mu Huan: “…!!!”

“So what you did was what they call putting on an act?”

Mu Huan: “…!!!”

“Where did you get this tearing solution? Why do you carry something like that on you?”

Mu Huan: “…”

Bo Junyan studied the bottle carefully and asked, “You made this?”

Mu Huan: “…”

“One needs time to come up with a concoction like this. Hence, this is why your experiment has not been showing progress.”

Although tearing solutions were nothing new, what she had was a much more progressive version of the ones currently in the market. Much time was needed to create something like this.

Mu Huan: “…”