The fatty, ignoring Han Tao's icy glare, insisted on riding with him. After all, he had to keep a constant watch on Han Tao; if he were to lose his temper, the fatty needed to be there instantly to stop anyone from going too far.

Han Tao watched the cautious fatty and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. How so careful this fellow was. "Relax, I won't do anything to Weiwei." Since the other person was still worried, Han Tao let him worry; those previous "good deeds" the couple had pulled had clearly troubled him for quite some time.

Seeing the man remain utterly expressionless, his face set in a permanent frown, the fatty was as tense as could be. He thought it would have been better if Han Tao had just kept that expression; at least then he wouldn't be so constantly on edge.

Han Tao maintained that blank expression the entire drive. Even when the fatty tried to speak to him, he didn't utter a sound, which only made the fatty more uneasy.

"Get out." Han Tao turned off the engine and, seeing the fatty still sitting there stupidly, spoke with a hint of impatience. Honestly, Qiqi had just emailed him saying she had cooked quite a few of his favorite dishes; he was rushing home to eat the delicious food, not to stand around with him sunbathing downstairs.

The fatty looked at Han Tao urging him on, and could only console himself with the hope that Qiqi would have returned to normal upstairs. He silently prayed to every deity he could recall, domestic or foreign, as long as the fatty could remember one at that moment.

Just before getting out of the car, the fatty finally couldn't hold back. "Han Tao, later, even if Qiqi throws a tantrum, don't give Weiwei a hard time." The fatty noticed Han Tao's expression darken upon hearing this. "If you're going to lose your temper, aim it at me; it's my fault for not keeping her in line."

Han Tao looked at the fatty, who was exhibiting a surprisingly manly resolve just then. "I know."

I know, I know, the fatty grumbled internally. He hadn't even gotten a concrete answer, just a "I know." That was hardly a promise. Although the fatty was a bit unhappy, he understood he couldn't push Han Tao too hard, or real trouble would brew.

The fatty reached the doorway and quickly pulled the main door open, thinking he needed to give Weiwei a heads-up. He hoped she would manage to behave better next. The fatty had already planned to pull Lu Qiaowei back to their room immediately after the agonizing dinner period, refusing to catch anyone's eye.

But as he swung the door open, he heard Lu Qiaowei coming out of the kitchen carrying plates. That wasn't what surprised him; what did was hearing his woman say, "You cooked so many dishes, Han Tao will be overjoyed when he gets back. He’s been looking forward to you returning for ages. By the way, Qiqi, I'm curious, how come you don't know Han Tao’s extension number?" Lu Qiaowei had been busy washing vegetables and such since getting back and had forgotten to ask. Of course, she was worried that Qiqi hadn't let off steam from this morning's anger yet. She didn't want to walk into that situation, so she seized the moment while the other woman seemed to be in a good mood to ask.

The fatty hadn't expected to hear such explosive information. He turned to look at the other person whose face was slightly flushed, and whispered, "I'd like to know that too." The fatty remembered they had spoken on the phone before; how could Qiqi not know Han Tao’s desk phone number? It was really too strange.

Han Tao, however, somewhat understood why Qiqi might be upset. Several things had piled up; Qiqi was already a bit unhappy, and then she made such a spectacle of herself in front of Lu Qiaowei. It would be strange if she wasn't in a bad mood. Han Tao wondered why he had forgotten to bring his phone. "We've always communicated via mobile." Han Tao never called Qiqi using his company line anyway. Qiqi usually contacted him directly on her cell, or more often, through email or instant messaging tools; she really had no need to remember his office number. "You want to know everything; are you a woman or something?" For a grown man, why did he care about everything? Did he really think he was a gossip?

Hmph, calling him a woman! The fatty really wanted to argue with Han Tao; he was a towering man of eight chi, but as soon as Han Tao’s gaze swept over him, the fatty immediately and spinelessly lowered his head. "The aroma is excellent, excellent. Just smelling it, I know Qiqi personally cooked; Han Tao, you’re very fortunate in your meals." The fatty said quietly, "I imagine Qiqi must be in a good mood now, right?"

Of course, she's in a good mood. Han Tao subtly glanced at the fatty. Although his wife occasionally threw minor tantrums, the clouds always cleared quickly. Look, as soon as she got her driver's license, she called him immediately, and then she rushed off to the supermarket to buy a ton of food. "I've known Qiqi was in a good mood for a while."

Han Tao's comment almost flattened the fatty. He felt utterly toyed with by Han Tao today. The man knew Qiqi’s mood had improved long ago but maliciously chose not to tell him, forcing the fatty to be mentally strained all afternoon, worrying about how to handle the evening. "You, you are too wicked!" The fatty huffily marched in front of Han Tao, stomping his feet heavily. Hmph, call him childish if he wanted; he just needed to vent somehow, otherwise, the fatty didn't know what he would do.

Han Tao watched the man block his path and simply shoved him aside. "So what if I didn't tell you? Hurry up, I’m hungry and want to eat." The thought of having someone waiting for him at home made Han Tao eager; as soon as work ended, he thought only of getting home early. "Aren't you hungry? Did you finish your tasks for the afternoon?" Though Han Tao hadn't replied earlier, he knew the fatty’s work efficiency hadn't been great. While the tasks were assigned, the completion time was up to him, but the fatty hadn't managed to wrap things up all afternoon; the fatty would naturally be frustrated.

What? Han Tao had heard what he said? The fatty had assumed Han Tao was preoccupied with driving and hadn't heard him, which was why he’d sneakily asked a question about computers—the man hadn't answered at all. So, all along, he hadn't failed to hear; he just chose not to answer. That was truly too mean! "Did you finish your tasks?" It seemed the man had quite a bit of work today too; perhaps he'd finished it all? Considering Han Tao had also been in a foul mood for a long time, the fatty couldn't believe he would finish his tasks under such circumstances, yet Han Tao’s expression suggested everything was done. This left the fatty confused. He wondered if Han Tao's mental structure was different from everyone else's, or if he just wanted to finish work quickly so he could go back and placate Wang Qiqi? After thinking it over, the fatty concluded this was the only plausible explanation.

"Completed, and ahead of schedule." Han Tao was ecstatic inside. Since Qiqi arrived, he felt that, from every perspective, his life had become much more comfortable and pleasant. "It looks like my overtime days will be significantly fewer from now on." With that, Han Tao turned and headed into the washroom to clean his hands, not bothering to see how bewildered the fatty looked behind him.

The fatty knew perfectly well Han Tao was needling him. He could only be thankful that this guy wasn't romantic and wouldn't take Wang Qiqi out shopping or to the movies; otherwise, he’d be driven mad with envy. If Lu Qiaowei saw Han Tao constantly taking Qiqi out, she would surely make him take her out too. The fatty remembered the immense work pressure he felt. He truly couldn't understand how Han Tao managed to finish such a similar workload so quickly. Was it great inspiration lately, or had his professional skills improved significantly? The fatty thought he really needed to ask Han Tao for advice. For the sake of peace on the home front, even if it meant being mocked by Han Tao, so be it.

Wang Qiqi finally emerged from the kitchen carrying a pot of old duck stew, nodding toward the fatty who was still standing foolishly by the door, signaling him to help set the table. "I made a dessert today, save some room." Wang Qiqi said this to the fatty. This man would devour anything delicious if given the chance. To prevent the fatty from doing the same thing today, Wang Qiqi gave him a preemptive warning.

Dessert...? The fatty’s eyes immediately squinted. "What kind of dessert?"

"Durian Crepes." When Wang Qiqi went shopping today, she found durians on sale and they looked quite fresh. Since none of the four people at home disliked durian much, she bought one; otherwise, Wang Qiqi would have been stuck eating a whole durian alone in the common area.

Wow! Upon hearing the dessert was durian crepes, the fatty’s tongue instinctively licked his lips. "I love them." The fatty had absolutely no resistance to things like cream or ice cream, but he was completely cut off from these luxuries now. Lu Qiaowei watched him at home, and Han Tao guarded him at work; smuggling even a tiny bit was impossible. He hadn't expected Qiqi to make dessert right after arriving. Based on what the fatty knew of Qiqi, there would definitely be a portion for him. "Is there any for me?" The fatty deliberately spoke up before Lu Qiaowei could. As long as Qiqi said yes, Weiwei would probably give Qiqi face.

Han Tao came out after washing his hands and heard the fatty's urgent question, completely missing the fact that his own wife hadn't reacted at all to the news of dessert. Han Tao immediately knew there was something tricky about the dessert Qiqi made, or perhaps something tricky meant for the fatty. Poor fatty, Han Tao silently offered condolences.

"There is." Wang Qiqi put down the pot and smiled at Han Tao when she saw him emerge, gesturing for him to pick up a notebook from the coffee table. Inside lay a freshly minted driver’s license. Although it was only for the written test, it had taken Qiqi some effort.

The fatty heard there really was a portion for him and was just about to dance a little jig of excitement when he heard his wife say, "Fatty, you should thank Qiqi. You should know Qiqi made your dessert especially for you."

Especially for me...? If the fatty didn't get it now, he'd be truly dense. He understood what "especially made" implied. "It’s not just going to be a piece of crepe wrapped around durian, is it?" If that were the case, the fatty felt he’d rather just have the durian itself. When he saw his wife nodding repeatedly at him without surprise, he nearly cried. Did they have to be such a pair of conspiring couples? They were ganging up on him! The fatty wanted to declare their friendship null and void, but after considering future access to good food, he decided to endure.