Chapter 11 When Can Brother Fix His Bad Temper?

After speaking, Ji Sang wished she could just bite her tongue off, burying her head even lower.

Fu Yisi watched the timid woman with a hint of amusement, swallowing the words "I have places that are even harder" that he was about to say. He was afraid that articulating this thought might indeed enrage her.

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he certainly couldn't scare away such an interesting person.

Even though... she was already the one on his marriage certificate, with nowhere to escape.

On the way to work, the car was as quiet as usual, yet there was a difference from the norm. In the past, they had nothing to say to each other, but now, the awkwardness belonged to Ji Sang alone.

She just didn't understand—why did she always act so foolishly in front of Fu Yisi? It was like that last night, and it was the same this morning.

Could it be that Fu Yisi hexed her?

Thinking this, Ji Sang couldn't help but steal a glance at the driver's seat. Noticing a smile hooking on the usually expressionless face of Fu Yisi, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.

He must be hexing her! There must be something wrong with the magnetic field between them! Could it be that when her parents were setting her up for matchmaking, they didn't check the compatibility of their birth charts?

While Ji Sang's thoughts were running wild, Fu Yisi was also pondering over this matter.

If she was this interesting, it wouldn't be so bad to get along with her properly; also, it would spare him the nagging from the elders.

The car soon arrived at the TV station. Ji Sang stared at the still unfamiliar building and sighed silently. She pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly.

"Thank you."

After saying this, she took her things and got out of the car, only to be stopped by Fu Yisi asking,

"What time do you get off work?"

Ji Sang's mouth gaped slightly as she turned to look at Fu Yisi. The man had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows at some point, exposing his pale, slender arms. Under the sunlight, they glowed brilliantly.

Ji Sang immediately averted her gaze, fearing that she would be beguiled into speaking more foolish words if she wasn't careful.

"Six... Six o'clock, what's up?"

Fu Yisi didn't miss the avoidance in her eyes, confirming the suspicion in his heart.

His wife, it seems, was truly fixated on appearances.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"I'll pick you up after work."

Ji Sang instantly turned back, the surprise in her eyes too late to be concealed, as if wondering why he had suddenly become so nice.

Just a husband in name, and he was actually being gentlemanly enough to fulfill his duties?

Obviously, Fu Yisi understood the meaning in her eyes. His gaze suddenly deepened, his fine brows slowly furrowing because of her reaction, his eyes drawn back as his aura instantly turned severe.

Ji Sang thought quickly, blinked her clear eyes a few times, and laughed dryly.

"I didn't mean... I didn't have any other intentions."

The man's expression grew increasingly grim.

"No, I mean you're so busy, there's really no need..."

Ji Sang waved her hands frantically, her words becoming more confused as she spoke, and eventually, she simply gave up trying to explain, pursing her lips.

"I'll come find you. Anyway, I have to prepare for the promotional video."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man stepped on the gas and drove off uncompromisingly.

Ji Sang: "...."

How had she said the wrong thing again?

Her mind was tangled with incomprehensible emotions, making this fresh morning exceptionally irritating. Sister was right; she really had a lot to learn when it comes to socializing.

She sighed and walked into the building with her head down.

"Sister Ji!"

Song Xiu, carrying a bag, ran up from behind and stopped, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath.

Ji Sang was somewhat distracted.

"Morning."

"Morning! Sister Ji, I went home yesterday and revised the entire proposal. I think the deputy director will be really pleased this time."

Song Xiu's voice was bright. After going back last night, he had pulled an all-nighter to write a proposal in the direction Ji Sang had indicated. Now he was full of energy, eager to showcase his efforts to Sister Ji.

However, it was obvious that Ji Sang was a bit distracted, absentmindedly nodding along.

Song Xiu stopped, pursed his lips slightly, remembering the scene of Ji Sang getting out of the car just now. He couldn't help but ask,

"Sister Ji... do you know Dr. Fu?"

Ji Sang snapped back to reality.

"What?"

Song Xiu was dazzled by her clear eyes and turned to scratch his head.

"Weren't you just dropped off by Dr. Fu?"

He had only gotten a brief look, not clear enough to discern the details, but Dr. Fu, with his cold and aloof demeanor, was hard to forget once seen. He simply thought that the figure in the car just now had a presence similar to Dr. Fu's, plus the scene he had witnessed yesterday in the hospital garden...

It was natural for him to make such a guess.

Ji Sang pursed her lips. She really didn't quite understand what needed to be avoided in the work atmosphere, especially when it came to cooperation between public service units, and instinctively tried to conceal her marital relationship with Fu Yisi.