Yan Changsheng advanced step by step toward Shen Qinghe, no longer hiding the frenzy in his eyes, "Qinghe, I like you, I don't want to see you marry another man. Seeing you with Mr. Wuya, I'm nearly driven mad by jealousy!!"
Shen Qinghe was so frightened by Yan Changsheng's obsessive and twisted demeanor that she took several steps back.
Soon she remembered she didn't need to be afraid of Yan Changsheng. She just couldn't understand why, after so many years, he hadn't developed feelings for her, and why he had suddenly started to have them now—it was baffling.
It couldn't be just because she saved his life, and now he had developed feelings for her.
"Second Senior Brother, I don't think this is the right time to discuss this. Mr. Wuya hasn't provoked you, and you have no reason to hold him captive. Please let him go first," Shen Qinghe said, softening her tone, not wanting to enrage Yan Changsheng at this time.
The safety of Mr. Wuya was of the utmost importance.
