"Xu Ruoying, I've given you face, haven't I? Calling you my wife is already an honor for you."
Feng Lin pinched Xu Ruoying's cheek.
"Let go of me!" Xu Ruoying pushed Feng Lin away and said coldly, "If you won't call me that, then I'll cut your salary, no room for discussion."
Given the current situation, Feng Lin could only place Zhao Qingqing in Xu Ruoying's company.
Ye Xin only had one clubhouse in Yun City, and Feng Lin didn't like the idea of Zhao Qingqing going to such a place.
"Are you not giving me face, my dear wife?"
Feng Lin grabbed Xu Ruoying's collar and coldly demanded, speaking in a very arrogant tone, yet saying something very cowardly.
"Pfft!"
Xu Ruoying suddenly burst out laughing, but quickly composed herself and said indifferently, "Behave well from now on."
Feng Lin didn't mind, knowing this was just a joke and that Xu Ruoying wouldn't actually cut his salary.
But she really did help Feng Lin, so cajoling her a bit was no issue.