My CEO Husband Has Some Issues - Chapter 2214 - 2216: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi

“I don’t like the seaside.”

“Yunnan doesn’t have a sea, but it’s a vacation paradise, with fresh air and a slow pace of life. It’s more suitable for recuperation and you don’t need to go abroad!”

Go on, keep making things up!

Jiang Nuan silently banged the table in her mind.

Fu Yi turned his head slightly, his dark eyes restrained as he calmly said, “The altitude is too high.”

“??”

Jiang Nuan took a deep breath, then another, finally suppressing the rush of hot blood that almost reached her forehead. She opened her mouth, just about to retort.

The man across from her suddenly stood up. He was tall, over six feet. As he stood, and she sat, she immediately felt dwarfed.

Looking up at someone towering over her, Jiang Nuan swallowed, nervously watching him, “What are you doing?”

Was he planning to get physical because he couldn’t win the argument?

The man stretched his sturdy hand towards her.

Jiang Nuan’s blood rushed to her head. Her hands instinctively covered her face, and suddenly, her left wrist was grabbed. Fu Yi lifted her with ease, frowned, shot her a sidelong glance with his long eyes, and asked in a deep voice, “You thought I was going to hit you?”

Jiang Nuan blushed a little, muttering guiltily, “You were talking nicely and suddenly stood up, anyone would think that!”

So it wasn’t her being melodramatic!

Fu Yi gazed down at her face, which was beginning to blush like a misty sunset, all his anger dissipated, “It’s getting dark, the wind’s blowing outside, and it might rain tonight. I stood up because we’re done talking, it’s about time to go home.”

“Uh…” Jiang Nuan looked back at the sky. It was overcast with dark clouds, and the sunset had slipped away unnoticed, a definite sign of impending rain.

She turned her head, not wanting to ask, yet couldn’t stop herself, adding stubbornly, “Didn’t you have plans with Diplomat Yu to have sweet and sour ribs at her place?”

Fu Yi lowered his eyes and casually picked up the car keys from the table, without any rush, “I’m not going, my wife doesn’t want me to.”

Wife… Jiang Nuan’s heart skipped a beat, her face slightly reddening.

Fu Yi noticed her head bowed, silent and neither affirming nor denying his words. His voice, tinged with a hint of pleasure, continued, “Yu Xin is Fu Cheng’s wife. In terms of seniority, Fu Cheng is the youngest son of grandma, who had him at forty. He and I were born just three days apart, but in terms of hierarchy, you should call me uncle together with him.”

Yu Xin and Fu Cheng had long-distance work arrangements and still had no children, but their relationship was strong. Despite the generational gap between Fu Cheng and him, they were of the same age and grew up together, always on good terms, making Yu Xin quite familiar with him, too.

Yu Xin noticed the ambiguity between them and was teasing her.

Yu Xin rarely had time to cook herself due to her busy work schedule— even her husband, Fu Cheng, seldom got to eat her homemade food. So, claiming to make sweet and sour ribs for him in front of Jiang Nuan was clearly intentional.

Jiang Nuan followed his lead, trying to process the information she just received. Unable to hold back her frustration, she complained disdainfully, “Your seniority is way too low! I didn’t know your seniority was so low. In my family, I’m the highest in my generation, and now with you, I’ve become the lowest.”

“…”

Even though seniority was such a trivial matter, Fu Yi inexplicably felt a bit deflated, softly asked, “I’ll have Yu Xin send the passport back tomorrow, you settle things here. We head back home tomorrow night, okay?”