Elena stood frozen, her grip on Yuchen's suit growing tighter. Her body shook violently, and her complexion turned pale as she faced Weiyang, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Yuchen, noticing Elena's distress, stepped forward, addressing Weiyang with a firm tone.
"It seems you forgot, brother. But she's a married woman," Yuchen interjected, trying to shield Elena from Weiyang's advances. He couldn't fathom why Elena didn't reject Weiyang herself, but he sensed her discomfort and decided to step in.
Weiyang's sharp gaze shifted to Yuchen, his displeasure evident. How dare this bastard interrupt his conversation with Elena? Despite his annoyance, Weiyang maintained his composure.
"Of course, I know that, brother," Weiyang replied calmly, a smile playing on his lips. "But Elena is not a stranger..." He paused deliberately, redirecting his gaze back to Elena, his eyes locked onto hers.
