Outside, Gu Fenyi handled the paperwork swiftly.
Jiang Jing muttered under his breath, “The Ye family can’t even send a secretary? The wife had to come herself? My dad sent an assistant to deal with mine!”
Gu Fenyi turned, voice soft and cutting: “Oh? No one in your family cares enough to come themselves? And you’re proud of that?”
Jiang Jing's mouth snapped shut. Ye Wenbo smirked.
She started walking. “Keep up.”
Wenbo hesitated. It felt embarrassing to be bossed around like this—but he couldn’t just throw a tantrum and stay behind, so he followed quietly.
Once outside the police station, he veered off.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“None of your business,” he muttered.
Gu Fenyi turned to Jiang Jing. “You’ll come to our home. As a guest.”
Jiang Jing blinked. What? She was inviting him?
“Sure!” he said immediately, puffing up his chest. “Why not?”
Wenbo’s jaw clenched. Jiang Jing? At their house? The guy had just fought him!
There was no way he’d let Gu Fenyi lose face in front of the Jiang family.
He spotted the familiar family car and rushed to the passenger seat.
The driver saw him and gulped. “Young Master…?”
Oh no. They must’ve argued.
Gu Fenyi and Jiang Jing got in. Wenbo glanced back—and his eyes widened.
She was wearing a nightgown beneath her coat. A pale collarbone peeked through, her skin fair under the streetlight.
He looked away immediately, ears burning.
“Stop the car,” he suddenly said.
The driver braked. “What is it, Fourth Young Master?”
Wenbo got out, walked to the backseat, opened the door, and turned to Gu Fenyi.
“Sit in the front.”
She raised an eyebrow but didn’t move.
He looked uncomfortable, avoiding her gaze.
“Sister-in-law… please sit in the front,” he mumbled.
She was dressed like that, sitting next to Jiang Jing? No way.
Jiang Jing wasn’t going to get an eyeful on his watch.