"Is that so?" Her chin lifted slightly, her gaze piercing into his heart like the point of a needle, "If everything I do is just making a fool of myself, and it all comes down to being my own business, why do you need to get so angry?"
Yes, it's just Yan Xiaye... a woman he doesn't love, after all. Why on earth does he get so angry?
Indeed, as long as she remains his wife, no man can tolerate his woman reveling in the arms of another man.
He can't bear to see her give other men tender smiles and demure glances. Thinking about it, it's just possessiveness acting up.
And it has absolutely nothing to do with whether he loves her or not!
Having realized this, Li Beicheng felt a sudden sense of calm.
However, his calm was not maintained for more than a few seconds before it was casually shattered by Yan Xiaye's next words, "By the way, if you keep letting Yan Shuirou be my superior, I guarantee that something like today will happen a second time."
A second time?!
