After My Arranged Marriage Wife Peeled Shrimp for Her Junior, She Was Beyond Saving

"Senior Sister, let me do it." "It's fine. Your hand isn't up to it." I sat across the dinner table, watching my wife, Yin Jiazhen, peel shrimp for her junior, Zhong Shiqing. She did it expertly. The shells came off, and the meat slid out whole, even the tails intact. She didn't look at me. Zhong Shiqing didn't refuse either. He just smiled. "Thanks, Senior Sister." I said nothing and put down my chopsticks. "Aren't you eating?" she asked, looking up. "I'm not hungry." I was Zhou Junkai, her lawfully wedded husband, and the only person at this dinner who didn't need to curry favor with anyone. Everyone knew this was an arranged marriage. She was docile