Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
“He who excuses himself accuses himself,” Little Jun Ziyan said scornfully.
Su Xiao’ai was on the verge of tears!
Little Jun Ziyan, pretend that you’re so smart. A six-year-old child should still be rather foolish. How would you know an expression like that?
What kind of education did your father put you through?
“Hey…” Su Xiao’ai called out in the end, unwilling to let the matter rest like that. Jun Ziyan had already belittled and ridiculed her, but she had not obtained Jun Wuwang’s phone number yet. She couldn’t give up like this!
“What?” Jun Ziyan quipped irritatedly. The most annoying thing about women was that they interrupted men while they were gaming!
Women were the archenemies of games!
Su Xiao’ai pursed her lips, unwilling to give the matter up. In the end, she said, “Hand me your phone for a while.”
Once she had spoken, Jun Ziyan immediately stopped playing his game. He picked up his phone, which was next to his computer, and gripped it tightly, his expression guarded as he stared at Su Xiao’ai. “What are you planning to do? To invade my privacy?”
Su Xiao’ai was speechless.
“I have no interest in that,” Su Xiao’ai said a little exasperatedly. Then she suddenly thought of something and smiled. She blinked innocently. “You’re… so nervous about this. You don’t have anything on your phone that is shameful and can’t see the light of day, do you?”
“Of course… not… I’m just a six-year-old… what kind of… shameful things would I have…” Little Jun Ziyan flushed as he stuttered.
His reaction revealed that he definitely had something to hide.
“This is the true meaning of he who excuses himself accuses himself. Alright, I have no interest in your private matters. Just do as you’re told and give me your father’s phone number,” Su Xiao’ai said.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Heh heh…” Su Xiao’ai chuckled. “If you don’t… I’ll snatch your phone, invade your privacy, and then publicize your private matters.”
Jun Ziyan was speechless.
“You’re horrible!” Little Jun Ziyan glared at Su Xiao’ai in grief and indignation.
Su Xiao’ai smugly shook her head. “I’m horrible, I’m really horrible. What about it? So are you going to give me your father’s phone number or not?”
Although Jun Ziyan wasn’t happy about it, he obediently looked up Jun Wuwang’s phone number and gave it to Su Xiao’ai.
Su Xiao’ai saved Jun Wuwang’s number, then smiled triumphantly at Jun Ziyan before going upstairs to her room to call Jun Wuwang.
Jun Ziyan watched Su Xiao’ai’s retreating figure and grumbled, “It’s such a failure for a woman not to have her own husband’s phone number… Why is she even feeling proud?”
Su Xiao’ai’s body stiffened. She turned around and glared at Jun Ziyan. A great man rarely stoops to pettiness or harbors grievance for past wrongs!
Su Xiao’ai returned to her room and sat on her bed, her back ramrod straight, her eyes boring holes into the phone in her hand!
Su Xiao’ai, don’t be scared. You’re his wife, you have the right to know what he’s up to! If he’s really out on a date with another woman! Don’t be careless and go for it!
After taking a few deep breaths, Su Xiao’ai… still didn’t have the courage… She continued staring at the string of numbers on her phone. She was about to go cross-eyed when she finally decided to give Jun Wuwang a call.
She dialed his number.
After it had been ringing for a while, someone picked up the phone. “Hello…”
“…Hello, it’s me,” Su Xiao’ai whispered as she blushed.
“…Mm,” Jun Wuwang replied icily. “Is anything the matter?”
That icy voice almost caused Su Xiao’ai to abort her plan…