As soon as he appeared, he treated him like an enemy who had stolen his wife and now wanted to steal his mother; how could he possibly let this guy do as he pleased?
Now, Zi Qianjing seemed to have forgotten that Ye Wuchen didn't even know he was his son. In his eyes, wasn't this brat just someone trying to steal his wife?
Everyone was stunned in that moment, gazing in shock at the two equally perfect men competing for one woman, their expressions as astonished as if they'd seen a dinosaur...
Ye Wuchen's face darkened as his large hand tightly gripped the woman's arm, his eyes filled with a sour look cast toward Zi Qianjing.
"Because I am her husband!"
If it were just a matter of another man appearing by Mu Ruyue's side, he wouldn't have felt so jealous; after all, she was such an outstanding woman—it was normal for men to be around her.
The problem was, just now, she was so gentle with that young man, even wiping his hands, something she had never done for him.
