The man leaned slightly on the sofa, his legs elegantly crossed over one another, turning a simple action into a display of extraordinary grace.
His long arm rested on the woman's shoulder next to him, his slender, attractive fingers gently and rhythmically tapped on Ye Shu's shoulder as he watched her naturally, a hint of a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
A glint of disappointment flashed in Shen Shiqing's eyes as she lightly bit her red lip and spoke in a low tone.
"Miss Ye, do you dislike me?"
Ye Shu's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, which was a sentiment likely shared by any woman who wouldn't take kindly to another woman having an ambiguous relationship with her husband.
Of course, compared to other women, Ye Shu could not assert her dislike for Shen Shiqing as rightfully, considering that if she hadn't manipulated and forced Huo Shenting into marriage, the position of Mrs. Huo could have very likely been Shen Shiqing's.
