In the past, who she was and what she did were not important. He simply didn't care!
What he feared was: Jianghu is too vast, the waters too deep. They might come looking for trouble with her again!
Many things can't be countered just because you feel you have the ability!
Nan Mufeng's hand on her shoulder unconsciously tightened. Jian Xi noticed he was tense and was startled—had she said too much?
After thinking for a moment, she softly asked, "Honey, what are you worried about?"
"Worried about..." Nan Mufeng smiled helplessly, "Afraid Luo Yan will vent her anger at you because of Shen Yu."
"She won't."
"Hmm."
...
As they chatted, Jian Xi fell asleep, but Nan Mufeng remained wide awake.
Every time he lowered his gaze to his beloved wife in his arms, he felt uneasy.
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In the nightclub, lights flashed and the crowd surged. The smell of smoke, alcohol, various perfumes… all intertwined.
Luo Yan sat alone in the corner, watching the revelers, drinking expressionlessly.
