"You really are calm!"
Chu Yihan didn't feel a trace of jealousy from Su Yingxue. Instead, he somewhat enjoyed the feeling: others coveting his husband, and she seemed quite pleased about it.
Chu Yihan felt he needed to suppress his anger, lest he be irritated to death by Su Yingxue.
Taking advantage of no one being around, Su Yingxue wrapped her arms around Chu Yihan's neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips, "Husband, don't be angry, I won't let any other woman harbor improper thoughts towards you again!"
"Humph!" Chu Yihan left with a flick of his sleeve, his face still as cold as frost.
Su Yingxue, on the other hand, slowed her pace. She was waiting for Wang Yun, who appeared shortly thereafter.
But compared to the bold and determined girl with a resilient heart she admired before, Wang Yun now seemed like an eggplant beaten by frost, crying so much her shoulders slumped, her entire vibe not looking too good.
