"No." Ye Gushen gently rubbed her hair.
With Ye Gushen’s reassurance, she felt at ease!
When she saw Nan Yangyang, she was pitifully sitting on a wooden stool, inhaling oxygen.
"Madam!" Lin Shang greeted with a smile, "I do have some sympathy in me! Otherwise, she would have croaked!"
Nan Yangyang saw Tang Suiyu smiling radiantly, and she had even changed her clothes, with not a trace of fear on her face.
Moreover, Ye Gushen stood by her side in a protective stance. Nan Yangyang’s already pale face turned patches of blue and white, her chest heaving intensely, making it even more difficult to breathe.
"Uncle Ye, you must be tired. Have a seat outside while I go check on her! Otherwise, she might think we’re ganging up to bully her!" Tang Suiyu said with a cheerful smile.
"We’re a couple. If she bullies you, she’s bullying me!" Ye Gushen was still concerned.
"Relax! Look at her, what can she do to me!" Tang Suiyu patted his chest, then turned and left.
Nan Yangyang felt as if her lungs were about to explode.
"Miss Nan..." Tang Suiyu looked down at her, "Is this fun for you?"
As Tang Suiyu reached out, Nan Yangyang was taken aback. What was she going to do?
Tang Suiyu turned her right hand and pulled away the oxygen tank, "People like you, do you even deserve to breathe? You’re quite pretty, but unfortunately, you have a black heart!"
Nan Yangyang gasped for air, having almost suffocated when she was locked up and only released at the brink of her last breath.
She still hadn’t recovered.
"You’re no different!" Nan Yangyang stood up abruptly, her steps unsteady, almost falling.
"What gives you the right to judge me! You’re just lucky he likes you!" Nan Yangyang trembled with anger, raising her hand to strike Tang Suiyu.
Tang Suiyu agilely stepped back. Nan Yangyang, having exerted herself, missed and almost fell over.
At Nan Yangyang’s sudden move, Ye Gushen’s eyes turned icy, and he quickly stepped forward, pulling Tang Suiyu into his arms.
"Exactly! Uncle Ye is my husband, he obviously likes me!" Tang Suiyu didn’t even have the desire to hit back, leaning into Ye Gushen’s embrace with a smile, "Uncle Ye loves me, not you! It doesn’t matter if you’re the president’s daughter, even if you were God’s daughter, it wouldn’t matter!"
"You two..." Nan Yangyang’s eyes filled with tears, "Why! Clearly I’ve known you longer!"
"Liking someone is liking someone. It’s not about how long we’ve known each other. By that logic, shouldn’t you like the doctor who delivered you? Nan Yangyang, please use your brain! Don’t disgrace your father anymore!" Tang Suiyu looked up at the stern-faced Ye Gushen, "Uncle Ye, am I right?"
"Yes, whatever my wife says is right." Ye Gushen was immensely protective of her.
Hearing this, Nan Yangyang felt even more stifled.
"Don’t forget, my father is still the president! Aren’t you afraid I’ll take revenge on you?" Nan Yangyang’s eyes were filled with intense hatred; this was too much!
"What you did before wasn’t revenge?" Tang Suiyu retorted calmly, "So what? Or maybe the one with the harder fist wins. If you died here now, and it was staged to look like an accident, it wouldn’t be that difficult. Nan Yangyang, you better behave!" Official source is novel•fire.net
Tang Suiyu felt that she had been turned cruel by her mentor, who always talked about solving problems with a bullet.