Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

“Ha ha! Ziming, where exactly did this Miss Ji appear from? How come I’ve never heard of her before?”

Mu Heng laughed at the misery of Ji Ziming, who was just silently drinking his red wine.

“Speaking of this Miss Ji, I don’t know her, but I do know of the older and strong-willed Miss Ji! Uncle Ji’s family is somewhat pitiful. Never mind that he doesn’t have a son, but for him to have raised a manly eldest daughter… Ze, ze, ze! I’m really curious as to what kind of lady this younger Miss Ji is.”

He mentioned the older Miss Ji with displeasure and a snort, as if he disliked her.

Pak! Ji Ziming placed the wine glass on the coffee table and glanced over at his eager friend.

“You know of this Miss Ji, too,” he said plainly.

“I know her?!” His eyes widened as he looked at him in disbelief. “Impossible; I have no impression of her at all.”

He never forgot any beautiful women he laid his eyes on in Beijing, but he really had no recollection of this Miss Ji.

Could it be that she was way too ugly?

No, no. If she were that, he would remember her even more.

“You’ve seen her when we were young; you even gave her a nickname,” Ji Ziming hinted while refilling his wine glass.

His heart was not on the blind date tomorrow, much less on that Miss Ji whom he would be meeting tomorrow.

Tomorrow’s blind date was just something he had to make an appearance and was something not worth his attention.

No matter who the date was, it would not have any effect on him.

All he could think of now was Pei Ge – her every sigh, outburst, frown, and smile…

“Pui!” Mu Heng spat out the wine he was sipping when he heard his words.

“Oh, my god! Don’t tell me that your date tomorrow is Meatball?!”

He looked at him in disbelief.

“Mhm,” he merely hummed a response.

“I’ll be damned! Are Auntie and Uncle, alright? They actually let you go on a blind date with that Meatball!” he exclaimed with wide eyes.

How could his best friend’s blind date be that plump and round Meatball? This was so unthinkable!

“Ha ha, but that Meatball sure has enough guts. After all your past bullying of her, she still dares to go on a blind date with you. Should I say she’s brave or not?” he shook his head and said this admiringly.

For that Meatball to dare go on a blind date with Ji Ziming, did she forget his past bullying of her?

On second thought, it had already been more than twenty years since then, so it was quite acceptable for her to forget.

“Heaven knows.” Ji Ziming shrugged.

“Ha ha. I reckoned she’d be too scared to come and find you, but who knew she’d do more than that and disappear in your life completely. Just like that, many years have passed. No wonder I have no impression of her at all,” he mulled.

They were childhood friends, so he of course knew that a fat girl had once chased after his best friend like a parasite.

He also knew of his best friend’s apathy.

Otherwise, he would not have managed to scare that Meatball into peeing in her pants and disappearing from his life.

“How do you feel about meeting Meatball after more than twenty years?” He grinned and thought to himself, This is bound to be exciting; I shouldn’t miss it!

Besides, this was his childhood best friend’s first ever blind date! He must check it out! And while he was at it, he would see for himself how Meatball looked like now.

He eyed the evidently excited Mu Heng and wordlessly continued sipping on his red wine.

Seeing his disinterest in the topic, Mu Heng casually leaned on the sofa and leisurely drank his wine as well.

“Looks like your bad mood today isn’t because of that blind date. Did you get into an argument with Little Chili again?”

He arched an eyebrow and posed his guess, lightly observing his best friend’s face for any reaction.

Only Little Chili, that woman, could disturb his best friend’s emotions.

“…” He froze when Mu Heng hit the nail on the head.

Image of that woman’s angry face resurfaced in his mind.

She always seemed to be filled with anger when she faced him…

He downed the rest of the red wine, and his eyes became hazy from slight intoxication.

Pak! The wine glass clanked against the coffee table when he placed it down.

“Silence means consent!” Seeing his best friend’s bitter and hate-filled face, Mu Heng helplessly shook his head.

Little Chili was indeed his best friend’s kryptonite, and she seemed to be the deadly kind.

“Little Chili, that lady, is actually pretty easy to handle. You just have to treat her with gentleness. Stop acting like a jerk with her, as it’s not helping you win her heart,” he seriously advised.

Ji Ziming’s forehead knitted together at his words.

“I’m going home.” He got up off the elegant sofa.

“Don’t; let’s chat some more.” Placing his wine glass down, Mu Heng dissuaded his friend from leaving with a grin.

The man did not seem to have heard him as he continued to take large strides out of the private room. In the end, Mu Heng was left by himself in the room.

With just him alone, the room suddenly looked spacious.

“Ze. He is the same as ever – placing relationship over friends…”

He pouted softly when Ji Ziming really left.