Ye Shu really couldn’t figure out what on earth this Handsome B, the lunatic, was thinking. Why was it so hard to communicate with him?
"We’ve already worshipped Yue Lao, become man and wife, and had kids, how can you say it doesn’t matter? Little Village Flower, oh Little Village Flower, if I had known you were such an irresponsible person, I would never have let you have me..."
Handsome B was playing the fool on the other end.
Ye Shu held her forehead, "Oh, come on, that was just a game! If it wasn’t for you bringing the game into reality, would I really need to cut ties with you?"
"Cut ties? Little Village Flower, if you dare to cut ties with me, to ignore me, then I... I will just come right over to find you!"
As soon as Handsome B said this, Ye Shu was totally dumbfounded.
What the heck was this rich lunatic up to now?
Despite being the president of the prestigious Entertainment New Force Group, how could he be so childish?
While she was still in a mess of confusion, the door of the suite opened, and Sheng Shaochen entered with a dark look on his face.
Ye Shu’s right eyelid twitched fiercely, and she quickly lowered her voice to Handsome B on the phone, "If you dare come knocking on my door, I’ll block you immediately!"
She hung up immediately after she finished speaking.
"The one who sent you flowers, that little fan?" Sheng Shaochen’s tall figure loomed over her, his husky voice brushing past her ear.
Ye Shu’s heart pounded wildly, feeling as if the air around her was filled with an invisible, tense gun smoke.
She reached out, wrapped her arms around Sheng Shaochen’s neck, and affectionately pressed her small face against his dark one, rubbing it gently, before she could get a word out, Sheng Shaochen continued, "I hear he chased you to the awards ceremony today?"
As Sheng Shaochen spoke, his slightly rough fingertips gently rubbed across Ye Shu’s small red lips, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Ye Shu knew Sheng Shaochen was genuinely angry. She bit her lip, her bright eyes fixed on him, "Actually, neither he nor I knew we would meet at the awards ceremony, it was just a coincidence..."
"Too many coincidences can easily lead to accidents." Sheng Shaochen adjusted his tie and pressed her down beneath him, "Do you need your husband to step in? After all, fans can be too enthusiastic and can affect..."
The words "marital relations" ran through his head, but ultimately turned into, "your career path..."
He knew she had an independent spirit, and he needed to grant her the respect and personal space she deserved in order to conquer her mentally.
"No need, no need, there’s nothing between him and me, I can take care of it myself." Ye Shu nervously glanced at Sheng Shaochen’s expression.
She knew too well that if Sheng Shaochen got involved and directly confronted that Handsome B, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Sheng Shaochen’s brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, reaching out to ruffle Ye Shu’s hair, "Remember, I’m your husband. If you need me, I’m at your beck and call!"
With that, he stood up and strode towards the bathroom.
As he walked, the tie and clothes on his body peeled away.
Watching Sheng Shaochen’s well-defined back muscles, which glowed appealingly under the light as he moved, Ye Shu dove under the covers, her face and ears flushed.
Demon King Sheng, could your seduction skills possibly get any more intense?
So silent and serious, she felt like her heart was going to explode.
Ye Shu poked her head out from under the covers, sneaking peeks now and then, while secretly wanting to run up and hug him, to tell him—Mr. Sheng, I’ve fallen for you, I don’t want to keep our marriage a secret anymore, what should I do?
Once again, the phone on the bedside table rang.