Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

Alas… when the man saw the shawl the stylist had brought for her, he changed his mind.

Frowning at how flimsy the shawl in Lily’s hand was, he wondered, What can a shawl like this cover?

Still, it beats having none at all. He continued to think to himself.

However, once the stylist placed the shawl on Pei Ge’s shoulders, and it covered her chest, he paused.

Immediately after, he came to his senses, and he quickly pulled the shawl off her.

“What are you doing?!” she hissed, confused by his action.

What was going on with this annoying fellow? He was the one who wanted her to put on a shawl; now, he was also the one who did not want her to do so!

What’s this annoying fellow trying to do?!

She glared indignantly at him, impatience starting to show on her face.

She was so furious at him she had lost her earlier inhibition, yet this time, he was unexpectedly acting ‘conservative’!

“I forbid you from putting on this thing!” he said grimly, clenching the thin shawl in his palm.

“Oh, come on; I didn’t even want to put it on in the first place.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Weren’t you the one who told me to put it on?”

His facial expression looked even worse after hearing her retort.

He felt like swearing, yelling at her, and making her take off this d*mn piece of clothing!

He had truly not expected her to be so seductive and sexy with the combination of the right clothes!

Earlier, when she had on this nearly transparent shawl, not only did it fail to cover her exposed skin, it even made it more alluring!

Sometimes, skin that was flaunted was not very tempting to others; it might even make them think that it was too much.

Sometimes, skin that was partially hidden but somewhat visible multiplied the seductive allure of a person, making it hard for one to shift their gaze away.

They might even start desiring to sink into it gladly, instead.

When this woman put on the shawl, while parts of her were covered completely, the flimsy cardigan only made the hidden parts look inviting.

“Why? Is Mr. Ji unhappy with this?” the stylist asked with a smile, studying the man’s dark face.

“How about we change it for another?”

Lifting his head, the man shifted his gaze on to the makeup artist standing by their side. The moment he saw the ladylike man’s face, which was full of smiles, he understood that the latter had done it on purpose.

If they were to change into another one, he could tell that this stylist would come up with an even worse shawl.

“Forget it,” he coldly refused.

“Okay.” An expression of regret flashed across Lily’s face after he heard his refusal.

Oh, no! I have even better shawls prepared for Ge Ge. Such a pity! he thought to himself.

Yes, the stylist was indeed doing it on purpose! As someone working in the capital for so many years, from a young boy with nothing to his name to the highly acclaimed fashion stylist nationwide of today, besides his skills, what he was best at was reading people.

Thus, he knew exactly how to handle hard-to-please customers like this man.

See? Had this hard-to-please CEO not been settled by him?

“Then, Mr. Ji, Ge Ge can leave with you after she puts on these ‘crystal shoes’.” He took out the high heels he had prepared beforehand with a smile.

Looking at this pair of high heels, Pei Ge felt her head begin to ache.

Sigh! This is gonna cost me my life! This pair of shoes is probably ten-centimeter tall!

“Okay, you can go out now,” he said coldly to the makeup artist with a pointed glare.

It could be said that, because of what had happened earlier, he began to feel dislike toward this ladylike man.

“Okay, sure. I’ll go out now.” The stylist was unbothered by the man having a bad impression of him.

The first reason being he had Pei Ge as his get-out-of-jail-free card. The second being… He was just a small fry; the proud big shots, like Ji Ziming, out there would never waste their energy remembering a small fry like him.

“Why did you ask Lily to leave?” The woman looked at the man in confusion.

Alas, instead of answering her question, the man held the glittering high heels in one hand and her wrist in the other as he led her to sit in a chair.

“What?” She was made exasperated by his actions.

Very quickly, though, she understood what the man was trying to do.

This haughty man, who was towering before her, slowly squatted down on one knee.

This scene was akin to the male leads in romantic movies proposing to the female leads.

However, unlike in the movies where the male leads put rings on the female leads, the man reached out his hand to hold her feet at a time and help her in her shoes.

She froze in disbelief at the sight of the man kneeling on one knee.

Her brain was a jumbled mess, not even knowing what she was thinking.

She only came to her senses when she felt his cold touch.

Her cheeks flushed in an instant; her face was as bright red as cooked shrimp and seemed capable of spilling blood anytime.

Putting her hands on her cheeks, she lowered her head to gaze at the kneeling man before her. She took in his dashing face, as well as his serious expression, and her heart began to beat furiously.

This… This annoying fellow! Wh-Why does he always do things that make one’s heart waver?

It’s… It’s… too annoying!

How could she stop liking him when he was this way?!