Without Shi Yu’s interference, Sweet Heart became even more aggressive.
Its sharp teeth clung onto the bedsheet, continuing to rip apart the already tattered linen.
With its deep-set black eyes fixated unwaveringly on Shen Cheng lying on the bed, it ruthlessly howled, "Awooo—"
Seeing Sweet Heart’s behavior, the servants sweated for it, and then tentatively spoke, "Sweet Heart, stop it, come out now..."
Sweet Heart wouldn’t budge, steadfastly standing in front of the bed with a fierce gleam in its eyes.
Shen Cheng couldn’t be bothered with it; she took out her cellphone and started playing games. During the peaks of her excitement, she would even blurt out some curses.
Shi Yu glanced at her briefly before striding to the balcony.
His slender hands pushed open the glass door, elegantly seated himself, and pulled out a cigar from an exquisite box.
Clasping the cigar between his fingers, he lit it and took a deep breath, the end of the cigar igniting in flames.
He slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, which twirled in the air before gradually dissipating.
A strong scent of cigar began to permeate the spacious bedroom.
He exuded elegance like an emperor, his every move so flawless that it was almost intolerable to look directly at him. The servants glanced at him briefly before quickly averting their eyes and then refocusing on Sweet Heart.
Sweet Heart, feeling ignored, began to provoke Shen Cheng.
Unfortunately, Shen Cheng remained completely indifferent to its provocations, not even sparing it a glance.
Perhaps it was precisely because of her attitude that Sweet Heart was completely infuriated, and it suddenly exploded!
It howled fiercely, raising its paws—
It was too late to stop it; Sweet Heart had already pounced toward Shen Cheng.
The servants were scared witless, their faces turning pale.
"Damn! Haven’t you had enough?"
Angered, Shen Cheng grabbed Sweet Heart by the ear the moment it leaped towards her.
Then she raised her other hand and slapped it across the face.
A dog being slapped was unheard of.
The servants’ mouths gaped open, probably wide enough to fit an egg.
Looking at Shi Yu again, his face under the sunlight took on a playful smile.
He seemed quite entertained by this human and dog spectacle.
Sweet Heart whimpered miserably after being slapped.
Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow and unapologetically slapped it again.
With a smack, another slap landed.
Sweet Heart, which had been ferocious just moments before, now seemed like a chastised child, subdued.
As Shi Yu’s only beloved dog, Sweet Heart had enjoyed treatment beyond the ordinary from the moment it was taken in.
Shi Yu, cold and arrogant, never let anyone come close to him.
But Sweet Heart was the only pet Shi Yu ever interacted with up close.
Perhaps it was for this reason that everyone spoiled it, leading to its haughty temperament.
Suddenly with a woman rivaling for affection, Sweet Heart naturally sought to eliminate the competition.
But dogs are the most humane animals; even though it was hostile toward Shen Cheng, it dared not really bite her.
It was merely a noble dog vying with the future mistress for attention; losing was inevitable without even a thought.
Seeing Sweet Heart suddenly becoming docile, the servants finally sighed in relief.
They also silently sweated for Sweet Heart, relieved that it hadn’t messed up; if it had caused harm to Young Madam through mischief, mere skinning alive wouldn’t have been the end.
Not being chopped into pieces and thrown to its kin, it was considered fortunate!