Zhuo Junyue instantly hauled her back, "Ignoring me?"
Su Ningyan shoved his hand away, "All you ever do is bully me. Anyway, I'm only here for the celebrations. I'm not your property."
"Not my property? Dare to repeat that."
Zhuo Junyue's voice was brimming with heavy threats.
Su Ningyan only now realized what fear might have meant; he had just stated that his woman wasn't allowed to celebrate her birthday with other men, let alone accept their gifts.
So, was he actually being jealous?
This realization startled Su Ningyan.
No way, Zhuo Junyue was way too proud to feel jealousy, wasn't he?
Su Ningyan looked up, carefully studying his expression, "Uncle, are you jealous?"
"Shut up! How could this young master be jealous! With your lack of taste, you accept every little trinket. No ambition at all, just shaming me outside."
Here he goes again, belittling her.
Su Ningyan nestled against his chest, "I didn't want to accept it. They forced it into my hand."
