"What's wrong?"

"You've been pouting since you got in the car. I didn't want to ask with those two little rascals around."

Chen Qingqing stuck out her lower lip and looked out the window. "Nothing."

"Come on, tell me."

"I said it's nothing."

"Yeah, right. It's written all over your face."

Chen Qingqing gave a cold sniff. "Perv."

"Seriously?"

Xu Ye had to laugh. "I was working today! I didn't go backstage once all day, just so you wouldn't call me a perv."

"So you did want to go backstage and look at the models."

"I never said I wanted to."

"You just did."

"I…" Xu Ye stopped himself. There was no winning an argument right now. He reached over, patted her thigh twice and laughed. "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'll be more careful next time. Deal? What do you want for dinner?"

She was still mad. "It was already over. Why did those girls still come looking for you?"

"They wanted to see the playback."

"And you were laughing and chatting with them."

"Now that's just not fair. They came to me. I can't exactly not talk to them. What was I supposed to do, talk to them and cry?"

Chen Qingqing turned her head away again.

Every time Xu Ye reached over and touched her, she twisted away. Touch, twist. Touch, twist.

Xu Ye sighed. "Fine. I'll call the boss right now and tell her I quit and she can find someone else. If she asks why, I'll tell her my wife's jealous."

"No!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Chen Qingqing knew she was being unreasonable, and that was exactly why she didn't want anyone else to know. The whole jealous act was just her way of telling Xu Ye: I don't want to see you getting that close to other girls. And you need to baby me more.

She thought for a moment. "I want egg fried rice. That you make."

"Okay."

"And after this event is over, we go swimming together."

"Sure. I've been wanting to anyway."

"Really?"

"Of course really. You…