Chen Nan's heart was as clear as a mirror; he and Zhao Qian would inevitably come to a head one day.
But...
It certainly wasn't now.
He still had to trace the vines to find the melon, to discover the real culprit behind his father's murder.
Besides, even if he backed off by ten thousand steps,
he had just forced himself on Wang Shuyao, which had already violated the law. If she called the police, he'd definitely face imprisonment.
To say he wasn't anxious would be impossible.
Hearing her husband's voice outside, the anger in Wang Shuyao's eyes also vanished. She calmly looked at Chen Nan and whispered, "Let's pretend what just happened never occurred. I don't want you to affect our marital life." Then she carried the child and walked out with a smile on her face.
Chen Nan didn't expect Wang Shuyao to choose to swallow her anger.
Although it was a surprise,
he walked out with mixed feelings and saw the middle-aged man with a burly figure and bushy eyebrows in the kitchen.
