Catching that expression, Emily Cooper couldn’t help but give him another deep look. He was only admitted because of his outstanding eloquence, but this complex expression made Emily Cooper suddenly feel that this man might not be as simple as she had imagined. Maybe he really was suited to be a journalist.

“I say, the topics you report on—do they ever involve things in official circles?” For once, Brian Harris asked timidly, sounding serious.

“A newspaper has to cover all aspects, and officialdom is no exception. It’s just that there are some restrictions on reporting. Do you know about unspoken rules? Hmm, to put it plainly, it’s something like a bottom line.” Although she found his question odd, Emily Cooper still explained patiently.

“For example, what’s your bottom line?”

Emily Cooper blinked her enchanting fox-like eyes and frowned, thinking for a moment. “It still depends on the strength of the newspaper. We’re a small paper, so our bottom line is much higher than those big newspapers. For example, right now, Mayor Mo is in the spotlight. If Fengyang Daily reports on who Mayor Mo’s husband is, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. But for our paper, it wouldn’t be so easy. Huh, why are you so nervous?”

Mayor Mo’s husband?

That can be reported too?

Isn’t that a bit too gossipy?

Brian Harris almost tripped and fell flat on his face.

Chapter 6: The “Happy Life” with the Little Wife

Fengrui Garden, a quiet and elegant villa district, was filled with flowers and trees everywhere. A gentle breeze blew, and the air was fragrant with flowers. In Fengyang City, where housing prices were not slanderous, a high-end villa like this would cost at least a million. Speaking of which, Brian Harris used to be a millionaire, but now he had fallen to such a state, and the culprit was undoubtedly this two-story luxury villa in front of him.

When the two got married, they set three ground rules: for all shared expenses, they would split everything fifty-fifty. For example, this villa and the furniture—each of them put in a million, just barely enough. This was the direct reason why Brian Harris had ended up scrounging for food and drink. Of course, food was also split fifty-fifty. Right now, old Harris was, as usual, calling to order food.

What, you ask why he doesn’t cook for himself?

Hmph, are you kidding? Maybe you can cook, but can comrade Evelyn Bennett cook?

“Hello, is this Xiaoshui Restaurant? This is Brian Harris. Oh, you recognize me now? Haha, what an honor, what an honor. The usual three dishes, yes, same place. Remember to swap the scallions in the Kung Pao chicken for cucumber. Why? Oh, I saw the price of scallions went up a few days ago, haha. What did you say? No, I’m not trying to save you money. How about giving me a discount on the 15-yuan dish—make it 12, okay? Haha, alright, alright, thank you.”

It was about time for the little wife to come home, so Brian Harris simply sat shirtless at the villa entrance, cooling off without a care for his image.

Don’t you dare doubt the villa’s air conditioning system—the central setup is absolutely cool. What, why not turn it on? Nonsense, that thing isn’t free, it’s expensive.

As for the five hundred yuan the little wife gave him, he had to scrimp and save, using it only where it counted. Not to mention the utility bills that came every few months—if he couldn’t pay his half, wouldn’t the little wife laugh herself to death? As a man, he had to have some dignity.

“Yo, the lady boss herself came in person.” Brian Harris got up and walked over to a heavily made-up young woman, smiling as he took the food box. “You look tired. Why not have a waiter bring it over? Why come yourself? I’m flattered, really flattered.” It must be said, Brian Harris could get chummy with anyone. In less than a month, he was already on familiar terms in this villa district. The lady boss of the nearby Xiaoshui Restaurant was no exception. The restaurant wasn’t big, and with dishes at just 15 yuan, you can imagine. You ask why there’s a low-end restaurant in front of such a high-end neighborhood? Tch, who knows—ask the little wife. Economic development is her department.

“You, why are you being so polite with me? If you want, I could bring you food every day.” The young woman wiped sweat from her forehead, gave him a flirtatious look, and pretended to be annoyed.

“How could I trouble you, big sis? That would be a sin.” Seeing that look, Brian Harris felt a chill in his heart. Goodness, don’t think that “young woman” means beauty, or that “flirtatious” means charming. Look at this one—tsk tsk, with a bag over her head she’d be charming, but show her face and she’s terrifying.

He had already calculated the price and handed the money to the lady boss, but unexpectedly, she pushed it back and even grabbed the hand of our upright comrade old Harris, refusing to let go. “What are you doing? Isn’t it too formal to talk money with your big sis? Take it back.”

I’d love to, but could you let go of my hand first?

With a screech of brakes, even the swirling breeze seemed to freeze. Brian Harris could even hear the anger in the BMW’s engine, which clearly showed the owner’s mood was not good.

Sure enough, after parking in front of the villa, Evelyn Bennett, her hair now loose, walked over with a look of anger. Two locks of hair fell along the sides of her face. Unless you knew her very well, you’d never guess her relationship to the mayor. As she passed by Brian Harris, her cold gaze glanced at their tightly clasped hands, and she said through clenched teeth, “Aren’t you coming home?”

Feeling his hand freed, Brian Harris felt as if he’d been granted amnesty and obediently followed the little wife home, leaving behind the lady boss, who kept grumbling, “So what if she’s a bit prettier than me? Hmph, what’s there to be so smug about?”