"Wife?" Qi Zhenbai said flatly as he enunciated the word through gritted teeth. The temperature in the room plummeted to 0°C. His eyes were sharp with an unconscious malevolence and concealed anger. His words were like ice shards, and also extremely aggressive.
Zhu Bocheng had no idea of his best friend's rage and violent inclinations, and thought that he was agreeing with him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that marrying Sister Shuyan would be the best thing ever. Not to mention his own safety, if any of his friends came to his door in the future, his 'wife' would absolutely be able to fix it. There was everything to gain and nothing to lose in marrying such a capable wife. Besides, Sister Shuyan was beautiful, so he really liked her quite a bit. As for the matter of a strong woman and a weak man's self-esteem, that was inconsequential.
