Seeing Qi Yunqian's face turn dark in an instant, Song Shiwei's smile grew even more radiant, "They don't have any cinnabar moles or white moonlight by their side, nor do they have any mistresses or sides."
"Marrying them, I'd be happier than marrying you, Qi Yunqian."
"You're overthinking it," Qi Yunqian, feeling the softness beneath his hands, his dark eyes betrayed a hint of possessiveness and tyranny, yet hidden within was deep unease.
He looked at her with a cold expression, harshly and ruthlessly said, "You're overthinking it. No man would marry a woman who has been in jail."
Song Shiwei's smile faltered.
Qi Yunqian's hand gripping her waist tightened, his eyebrows filled with menace, "Song Shiwei, you can't marry anyone but me." She could only marry him in this lifetime, don't even think about anyone else!
"If you don't believe it, you can try."
Hearing Song Shiwei say those words, he felt exceedingly irritated, and he couldn't control the anger in his heart.
