Of course, he wouldn't actually hit Qin Yin, but he had to vent his anger somehow. He grabbed an expensive ornament from the nearby shelf and furiously smashed it to the ground. After smashing it, still not feeling appeased, he violently flipped over the entire shelf, which was mostly decorated with valuable ceramics and jade.
In an instant, the room was filled with the incessant 'crash bang' of noise, as shards of ceramics and jade flew everywhere. Qin Yin shrank back in fear, having never seen Nan Sichen in such a crazed state. The calm, indifferent man she knew would never do such a thing.
He had always been extremely adept at concealing his emotions, but this time, he was probably truly furious.
The servants downstairs were terrified by the loud noises coming from the bedroom; their faces went pale. Such an event was unprecedented—why had things escalated to this extent? Yet, not a single one dared to step forward to ask, nor did they dare to knock on the door.
