When Nangong Yi saw Su Xiaoxiao running away quickly in front of him, he immediately frowned and chased after her.

He knew Su Xiaoxiao's personality very well. If Luo Yutong hadn't spoken ill of Shan Jinxi without thinking, she wouldn't have been so angry.

"Nangong Yi, I don't want to talk to you right now!"

When Su Xiaoxiao saw him catching up, all the pent-up grievances in her heart suddenly welled up.

When she saw that Nangong Yi was blocking the study door with his foot, she simply opened the door and kicked him hard in the shin without any politeness.

However, her small feet, which were wearing slippers, also suffered.

After sitting down on the sofa in a huff, she turned her head away in a defiant manner.

"If you don't want Grandpa to know, get out of here right now."

"You heartless little rascal!"

Nangong Yi closed the study door tightly, and when he walked up to Su Xiaoxiao, he sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Does it still hurt?"

Nangong Yi reached out and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips, his eyes filled with heartache.

Su Xiaoxiao ignored him, and even when he softened his tone and begged her for forgiveness, she didn't give him a second glance.

Are you really angry?

"..."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but pouted and slapped his hand away, her anger clearly showing in her eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, you kicked me hard in the waist today, almost leaving me paralyzed; and just now you kicked me so hard at the door, I'm starting to doubt if I'll be able to walk normally tomorrow. Xiaoxiao, let's call it even."

Nangong Yi rolled up his trouser leg and looked at his calf with a serious expression. As he pretended to be in pain and frowned, he noticed that Su Xiaoxiao was also looking over, which made him secretly relieved.

"Xiaoxiao, your skills in murdering your husband are getting better and better."

"You deserve it."

Su Xiaoxiao glared at him irritably, but her anger had already subsided by half.

Nangong Yi chuckled and sat down next to Su Xiaoxiao. After pulling her into his arms, he asked her what had happened while he was answering the phone.

But Su Xiaoxiao still didn't say anything, and just let him hug her.

"Are you still angry with me?"

Nangong Yi cupped her tightly clenched little hand in his palm and rested his chin directly on her shoulder.

“Xiaoxiao, you are now living again as ‘Su Xiaoxiao.’ I hope you can gradually correct your way of addressing Shan Jinxi. I don’t want him to discover your secret, nor can I let her know your current identity.”

"I don't."

Su Xiaoxiao was well aware of her identity, and she dared not speak carelessly in front of anyone other than Nangong Yi.

She finally looked Nangong Yi in the eye at this moment, and her expression became particularly serious.

"Nangong Yi, I'm telling you one last time, Jin-gege and I don't have that kind of relationship. We're completely innocent. If you believe those lies Luo Yutong told you, then I'll..."

"I'll believe you as long as you say no."

Before Su Xiaoxiao could finish speaking, Nangong Yi immediately gave a firm reply.

Even though he was jealous of Shan Jinxi, he didn't dare to say anything harsh to Su Xiaoxiao when she was angry.

Besides, if they really had that kind of relationship, she wouldn't be acting this way now.

Nangong Yi tightened his arms around her, his expression becoming increasingly resolute.

"Xiaoxiao, I will investigate Luo Yutong's matter thoroughly. I will also avenge the injustices my mother caused you."

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