A dull thud interrupted the fierce momentum in the room. Sheng Jianan lifted himself up, his eyes blazing with anger, "Tang Yanqi, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Tang Yanqi blinked her big eyes, oh please, was he really serious? She was the one who got scared.
"You... what are you doing?"
Tang Yanqi had already taken advantage of the chaos to push Sheng Jianan away. She sat up, gripping the blanket with both hands, and curled up, looking at Sheng Jianan with full alertness.
The panic in her eyes was undeniable, unlike her usual calm and composed self. Sheng Jianan suddenly felt a bit frustrated—what did it mean for her to look at him with such a guarded expression?
Did she see him as a bad guy who was trying to bully her?
He, Sheng Jianan, had always been a favored son of the heavens. There was no shortage of women he could have. Yet, this one in front of him didn't appreciate it?
