Yang Chen ignored this superior that kept trying to pick a quarrel him, smiled and placed the bag of books onto the bedside table, “Wang Ma is getting on in years, it’s too taxing for her to leave home in the middle of the night, so I sent it on her behalf. Just call me out for something like that, it’s really toiling for an elder like Wang Ma.”
Lin Ruoxi indifferently looked at the books, and said, “Next time I’ll call you.”
With regards to Lin Ruoxi listening to his words, Yang Chen felt considerably satisfied. Looks like this woman is pretty rational, and isn’t just someone with an indifferent and cold character.
Mo Qianni wrinkled her nose, and discontentedly said, “Yang Chen, you stink of alcohol and smoke, stand further away, don’t hurt Ruoxi’s nose!”
“Oh.” Yang Chen apologetically smiled and took a few steps back, “I had a drink with some friends I just made, and forgot I haven’t taken a shower.”
“Hmph! Ruoxi is so tired and sick that she’s on the bed, yet as her husband you still live a life debauchery, and don’t know shame……” Mo Qianni sneered with disdain.
Even a clay buddha can get angry from such accusations, Yang Chen was a little impatient, “My wife hasn’t spoken a word, what are you blindly accusing me for? The emperor isn’t anxious but the eunuch is.”
[TL: The idiom means that the person involved is calm and collected, yet someone uninvolved is anxious.]