Handsome B was completely dumbfounded. Had the little village beauty just... been taken away by that man named Sheng Shaochen?
He pulled out his cellphone and rapidly sent a text message to Ye Shu—[Little Village Flower, your family head can really do whatever he pleases, huh? He’s allowed to set fires, let a bunch of beauties follow him left and right, but you can’t make normal friends?]
Ye Shu was embraced by Sheng Shaochen and brought into the car.
As soon as she sat down, the sound of an incoming text message buzzed from her phone.
Ye Shu reached out and slid the screen of her phone open, checking the new message.
Seeing the text from Handsome B, her mouth twitched fiercely.
What nonsense is this lunatic spouting?
Ye Shu was about to delete the message when she felt a gloomy presence over her head, sending a shiver down her spine.
Looking up, she met the dark gaze of her household’s Demon King Sheng.
Ye Shu inexplicably sat up straight like a child who had done something wrong.
Fuck, this feeling... Handsome B might actually be onto something—Demon King Sheng really did seem like a family head, so serious that it made her uneasy.
Ye Shu raised her delicate little face with a sweet dimpled smile, "Husband, was I not a credit to you at the party tonight?"
Her voice was sweet and sticky, so cute that it melted Sheng Shaochen’s bones.
He frowned, enunciating each word, "The mandarins were great!"
Implying that having so many women around him was a bit too much.
And as for the appearance of Handsome B later on, that was even more inappropriate.
Ye Shu pouted, muttering, "If I hadn’t brought those women in, would you have pushed Han Ruixin away when she clung to you?"
A slight grievance trembled in her eyes.
Sheng Shaochen’s brows twitched fiercely as he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him, "Does Mrs. Sheng have so little confidence in Mr. Sheng?"
Ye Shu bit her lower lip. It wasn’t a matter of trust.
Of course, she was clear about Mr. Sheng’s character; he would never have feelings for Han Ruixin.
But she couldn’t stop Han Ruixin from harboring delusions about him.
"As Mrs. Sheng, I just want to defend my marriage." And her man!
In Sheng Shaochen’s eyes, approval shined, and his expression softened. He reached out and gently rubbed her head to reassure her.
His husky voice rose softly, "That little friend, how do you plan to deal with him?"
Ye Shu looked at his jealous expression, fighting back a laugh.
"I’ve already made clear my status as Mrs. Sheng." Though it seemed Handsome B didn’t quite believe it.
After Ye Shu finished speaking, she stole a glance at Sheng Shaochen’s expression.
Sheng Shaochen’s face twitched slightly, his large palm resting on her head, "Well done."
"..." Ye Shu paused for a moment, and the next second, her nose tingled with emotion.
She had thought he would blame her for not adhering to their contract of a concealed marriage.
"Then... aren’t you afraid he’ll talk and it will reach Han Ruixin’s ears, provoking her?" Faced with the issue of Han Ruixin, Ye Shu couldn’t remain completely indifferent.
A touch of petty jealousy inevitably surged in her heart.
After all, Mr. Sheng, remembering Han Ruixin’s life-saving grace, had been exceedingly tolerant of Han Ruixin throughout the entire birthday banquet.
"As long as it doesn’t provoke my Mrs. Sheng, it’s all right."
Sheng Shaochen’s deep and mellow voice punctuated every word, resonating in her ear.
He didn’t know when it happened, but his heart had been completely filled by Ye Shu, this little woman, leaving no room for anyone else.
This feeling, it must be love, right?
The corners of Sheng Shaochen’s mouth unconsciously curved in a happy smile.
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