After wandering around the supermarket, darkness was already setting in. Fang Pingying then addressed Liu Fengsheng, "Brother Liu, let’s call it a day then. You head back first, and come around again tomorrow morning?" Get full chapters from noⅴelfire.net "Sure, I’ll come over tomorrow morning." Liu Fengsheng wanted to escort Fang Pingying home but feared she might find it a nuisance and refuse, so he intentionally suggested, "You’re heading home, right? I’ll swing by the new house to check on it. Let’s walk together." Fang Pingying had more or less guessed Liu Fengsheng’s thoughts and found it hard to outright refuse, so she just smiled and said, "Okay, let’s go together." Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped out of the supermarket, they saw Luo Zhiyong standing at the entrance, peering inside. Upon seeing them, Luo Zhiyong was momentarily stunned, then he walked towards them. The moment Fang Pingying saw Luo Zhiyong, her heart was rather pleased, but she kept silent. She was curious to see how Luo Zhiyong would react, after making such a fuss yesterday over a misunderstanding, now that he saw her with Liu Fengsheng. As for Liu Fengsheng, upon seeing Luo Zhiyong, he politely smiled and even took a few steps toward him. When Luo Zhiyong approached, Liu Fengsheng took the initiative to greet him, "Mr. Luo, you’re here to pick up Pingying, aren’t you?" "Yes, it got a bit late. I was coming back from work and when I saw she hadn’t returned home yet, so I came to pick her up." After glancing at Fang Pingying, Luo Zhiyong asked with a smile, "Such a coincidence, Mr. Liu, you’re shopping as well and ran into our Pingying?" "I had something to discuss with Pingying." Facing Luo Zhiyong, Liu Fengsheng didn’t hide his intentions and openly shared his mind, "It was getting dark, and I was planning to escort Pingying home. Since you’re here, I’ll leave first." Luo Zhiyong was taken aback. He indeed noticed that Liu Fengsheng had a certain fondness for Fang Pingying and thought Liu Fengsheng would try to hide it in front of him, yet he was surprisingly forthright. However, such straightforwardness from Liu Fengsheng actually made Luo Zhiyong feel more favorably towards him, and he graciously smiled back, "Alright, thank you." Liu Fengsheng nodded at Luo Zhiyong and then bid farewell to Fang Pingying, "Pingying, I’ll be off then." Only after Liu Fengsheng’s figure vanished into the night did Fang Pingying turn her gaze back, looked at Luo Zhiyong, and asked indifferently, "What are you doing here?" Luo Zhiyong glared at her, yanked her closer to him, took her hand, and asked with raised eyebrows, "What do you think I’m doing here?" Fang Pingying felt a slight stirring in her heart but remained cool on the outside, speaking sarcastically, "Who knows? Maybe you don’t trust me and came to keep an eye on me. Perhaps you’re conjuring up all sorts of messy thoughts now that you saw Brother Liu and me together." Luo Zhiyong tightened his grip on her hand, a bit annoyed, "My thoughts aren’t that dark." Fang Pingying retorted, "So, are you suggesting that my thoughts are?" "I didn’t say that." Luo Zhiyong couldn’t help but frown in exasperation; this woman could drive anyone mad. "But that’s what you’re thinking." The reason Fang Pingying was standing here speaking with him was to get an apology, yet this man continued to refuse to admit his wrongs. Annoyed, Fang Pingying pulled her hand away and made to walk back to the supermarket, "Go back on your own. I still have things to do in the supermarket, I’ll leave later." Luo Zhiyong clenched his teeth and softened his tone, "Is it the accounts? Bring them home, and I’ll go through them for you." Fang Pingying looked at him and scoffed, "No need, I can handle my own matters without your help." After speaking, Fang Pingying made to leave. But in the moment she turned, Luo Zhiyong forcefully pulled her away from the supermarket entrance to a quieter spot, looked at her with a slightly embarrassed expression, and said in a low voice, "I’ve lowered my head and come to admit my wrongs, what more do you want?" A man admitting his mistakes in front of his wife, despite feeling somewhat humiliated. Seeing his demeanor, Fang Pingying was inwardly amused but stubbornly said, "Do you call this admitting your wrongs? You look more like you’re here to pick a quarrel." "You..." Luo Zhiyong sighed; he conceded defeat. Since he had already admitted his mistake, he didn’t mind flattering a bit more, "Didn’t I just talk to Liu Fengsheng in a proper manner?" "Hmph." Fang Pingying was speaking at length with him because she saw that he had adjusted his attitude towards Liu Fengsheng, thinking that he had recognized his error in judgement. But since the man hadn’t formally apologized, she wasn’t ready to let him off easily. Luo Zhiyong, having lived with Fang Pingying for so long, naturally knew her mind. Seeing her still unmoving, he grudgingly admitted his fault, "Fine, I admit that what I said yesterday was too much, I apologize." But no sooner had he acknowledged his mistake, Luo Zhiyong seemed to be covering up his embarrassment by immediately addressing Fang Pingying, "But don’t you also need to reflect on yourself? Bringing up divorce at the drop of a hat, isn’t that an even bigger mistake?" "..." Alright, Fang Pingying admitted that this habit of hers was indeed not good, she nodded but did not speak. Luo Zhiyong was generous; he didn’t press her to admit her mistake, merely drew her closer into his embrace, softly chastising her, "Which married couple doesn’t quarrel? Is it right to talk of divorce every time an argument breaks out? We got married, have a child, and have come this far through many difficulties. Divorce isn’t something to be spoken of lightly." With those words, Fang Pingying also felt that indeed it hadn’t been easy, and she promised him, "Okay, next time we argue, unless absolutely necessary, I will never mention divorce." Luo Zhiyong was unsatisfied with her response and glared at her, "What do you mean ’unless absolutely necessary’? There’s no issue between us that requires divorce. No matter what happens in the future, we’re not getting divorced." Such a declaration from a man makes a woman’s heart melt, even if said offhandedly. Naturally, Fang Pingying felt this way too, but she verbally replied, "Who can tell about the future?" Luo Zhiyong frowned disapprovingly, looked at her intently, his fingers gently pinching her chin, "I say it’s not to be brought up, then it’s not." "Alright, you win." Fang Pingying grinned slyly and brushed his hand away. Seeing her reaction, Luo Zhiyong also smiled and then, noticing the complete darkness outside, he urged her, "Where’s the account book? Go get it quickly, and I’ll help you with it back home." Fang Pingying thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, I’ll come to the supermarket early tomorrow and handle it myself. You have enough on your plate with work all day." Luo Zhiyong insisted, "Go get it. I’ll help as much as I can; it’s not like I’m doing anything at home in the evenings. I want to check on your supermarket’s operations." "Alright." Fang Pingying agreed and quickly went to the office to gather everything that could be taken home for work.