Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

All these small schemes were because she was unwilling to admit openly that he was the most important person in her heart. She had even used the perfume he liked the most, and the clothes she wore were all the style and brand he liked.

She was using the smallest actions to show the position he held in her heart.

Seeing how her cheeks were aflame, Ji Ziming revealed an impish smile. He reached for her cheeks as he spoke in a warm voice. “Ge Ge, you’re saying that you love me, right?”

Her head was tilted upward by him. She looked up at the chiseled jaw on his handsome mug and said softly, “It’s great that you like it.”

“Yes, I like it. Of course, I like it. No matter what perfume you use or what brand of clothes you wear, I have always thought of you as the most beautiful woman in this world. You must believe that no one else will be more beautiful than you are to me in this world. Even if there is, it has nothing to do with me. You are my only woman and only you can be.”

Pei Ge nodded, then moved to swat his hands away. “Alright. Look at this file. The hotel called to inform us that everything is ready. They’re only waiting for our and the guests’ arrival.”

She pushed everything in her hands to his, then stood up from the sofa. She walked to the pantry and made a cup of rose tea for herself. The fragrance of the flower slowly diffused from there.

“Ge Ge, what are you drinking?”

Looking at the heap of paperwork, he could only feel helpless inside. Since when did he need to expend so much effort in looking at documents?

“Rose tea. Do you want some?”

Pei Ge walked over with tea in hand. The flower fragrance instantly pervaded the air in the office. Sitting on the sofa, the smell piqued the interest of even this picky Ji Ziming.

“Come closer; let me try it.”

He waved her closer, telling her to be next to him. Who knew, though, that Pei Ge would merely stand at the side and look at him? “No. This flower tea is for me. If you want it, I can go help you brew one.”

Only she herself knew the secret ingredients in this rose tea. The man sitting on the sofa did not. Seeing how she refused to bring the rose tea over, his voice turned cold. Still, it was filled with tenderness.

“Come over. Don’t tell me that I can’t even get to drink flower tea when I want to?”

He narrowed his eyes, which conveyed a threat, at her. “Are you sure that you don’t want to pour me a cup of rose tea?”

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll go pour you a cup now. Don’t rush. Wait for me.”

She put down her cup, then went to her desk to retrieve a new packet of flower tea. She then moved over to the pantry to brew a new cup for him. While waiting for the water to boil, Ji Ziming put down the files he was holding, walked over to her desk, and sipped the flower tea placed on her table. The sour-and-sweet smell instantly assaulted his taste buds.

By the time Pei Ge came out again, he had already returned to the sofa. He was holding the documents as though nothing had happened.

“It’s here. Your flower tea.”

She did not even notice the slight difference in his posture and only passed him the flower tea. This man was not as easy to please as he seemed on the surface.

“Oh? Is this flower tea the same as yours?” asked the man. He looked at this cup of flower tea, which appeared very different from the one he had just drunk.

“Of course, it’s the same. You can take a sip and try it. You asked for this, so even if you don’t like it, you’re not allowed to spit it out.”

She raised an eyebrow at him cheekily.

“Fine, then. I’ll give it a try. Let’s see what kind of good tea our madam brewed for the CEO.”

He put down whatever he was holding and received the flower tea from her. The temperature was just right for consumption, but the sourness and sweetness were a few times stronger than hers. He forced himself to take a small sip but acted as though he had taken a huge gulp.

“The taste isn’t bad; it looks like your skills have improved.”

He tilted his head up to look at her face, which was filled with shock and disbelief.

“Are you sure?”

She did not dare to believe it. She had clearly added a lot of white vinegar and white sugar in it, so how could he not taste it? She herself could not stand the white vinegar’s smell.

“I’m sure. Do you want to try it yourself?”

Ji Ziming narrowed his eyes, watching as she slowly walked into his trap.

“I won’t be trying it. Since you like it, you can finish it.”

Pei Ge regarded the teacup in his hand and shook her head. She knew what kind of black cuisine was in that cup. If not for taking revenge on him for performing such an intimate action with Qu Jingwan earlier, she would not have had to waste a packet of flower tea.

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

He raised the teacup higher, wanting to gain her trust, but she merely peered at it, then turned to walk toward her desk.

He hurriedly took a huge gulp of the rose tea, then grabbed her hands and pulled her toward him. He pressed his lips on hers, and the flower tea in his mouth was passed into hers. Pei Ge struggled at once but was forced to swallow it in the end.

She made a bitter face at him.

“Ah… It’s so disgusting.”

She had never known that the flower tea she brewed could be this disgusting. Moreover, the man had claimed it to be good. This was the supposed good taste he spoke of; this was the flower tea she had personally brewed. The taste was so unique that she started doubting her life.

“You lied to me!” she hissed softly. Seeing the sly smile on his lips, she balled up her fists and was just about to pound his chest when she was embraced by him. “You’re the one who passed it to me. So even if this contained poison, I’d still drink it. I will accept anything you give me, be it good or bad.”

His voice, which was coming from above her head, made her heart feel warm inside.

“Stop it.”

Her nose tingled. Her beautiful doe eyes were moist with tears as she looked at him. There was no more joy on her face. Instead, there was love and tenderness for him.

She did not know…