She was gambling, betting that Nan Sichen still loved her, still cared for her. She remembered how in the past he could never stand to see anyone bully her, how he would always appear to help her when she was most helpless. This time, she believed that he would still stand up for her.
Indeed, Nan Sichen did not disappoint Qin Yin. Just as Che Xi was about to lift her cup, he stood up, seized Che Xi's wrist in his grip—it was impossible to know how much strength he used—but the wineglass in Che Xi's hand dropped with a 'ding dong' onto the table, breaking in two, the wine flowing down the table edge.
She seemed truly surprised that Nan Sichen would intervene, looking at him with disbelief.
"My woman can only be touched by me," his voice was cool, not loud, but carried an imposing air.
When Che Xi looked at Qin Yin again, she had expected to see a triumphant smile, but there was none. There was no expression on her face; she merely gazed quietly at Nan Sichen.
