Chapter 176 Chapter 176

After putting the fruit plate away, the nanny bowed slightly to Chi Yu and the hostess before leaving.

It was too dark at night, and the aunt didn't dare to look at the hostess.

I just felt that her whole body was heavy.

I heard from others that this girl will be Mrs. Chi in the future.

As the nanny walked, she thought, "It seems like he has a bad temper. I wonder if he will be easy to take care of in the future."

After the aunt left, Chi Yu sat next to Xia Shuran and reached out to wipe her tears.

Xia Shuran glanced at him.

Chi Yu's heart trembled.

His wife had never looked at him like that.

It’s over, it’s over, you’ve gone too far, you need to apologize quickly.

Chi Yu said, "Shu Ran, I..."

But he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Xia Shuran slapped Chi Yu hard in the face.

This was a real slap, completely different from the previous ones that were just caresses and flirtations.

Chi Yu was hit and his head tilted sideways.

The blood instantly melted in his mouth.

Chi Yu lightly tilted his cheek and maintained the tilted head posture for a long time without moving.

This was the first time I was slapped like this.

His father never hit him.

Xia Shuran trembled a little, but continued to remain silent.

This silent and torturous atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time before Chi Yu looked over.

The left side of his face was swollen.

There was a kind of bloodthirsty silence in his eyes, like a wild beast.

Silent, without any ripples.

Often more dangerous.

There was no anger as Xia Shuran expected, but it was hard to say whether he was hiding it.

After all, he is very good at managing his emotions.

Chi Yu looked at Xia Shuran.

Xia Shuran lowered her eyes and tried hard to suppress the trembling of her body.

"Does your hand hurt?" was his first question.

The voice was familiar to Xia Shuran, with a hint of coaxing.

But the tone was subdued.

Xia Shuran subconsciously clenched the hand that was hitting her into a fist.

Chi Yu stretched out his hand, and as the person hitting him, he should have dodged.

The first reaction is fear of being hit back.

But Xia Shuran didn't.

Because Chi Yu had never hit her, she had no defense system in this regard.

Chi Yu gently wiped away her tears.

Then Chi Yu sat closer.

The young man's tall figure loomed over Xia Shuran.

Xia Shuran looked at his upper body with muscular body and fair skin.

However, his muscles seemed to have become stronger, and he looked more and more like a mature and wild man.

Xia Shuran breathed nervously, not knowing what Chi Yu would do, and she subconsciously moved back.

Chi Yu's eyes were dark and he held her shoulders.

The emotions in Chi Yu's heart slowly spread.

It's unbelievable that his wife would beat him. This kind of grievance and sadness...

The first time, he was at a loss.

Gradually it turned into a ferocious and violent factor.

Xia Shuran mustered up her courage and glared at him, "Let go!"

Chi Yu's cold and hard face looked particularly frightening under the light.

Without saying a word, Chi Yu put his hand on the back of her head, leaned over and kissed her lips hard.

Xia Shuran pushed and resisted, but was no match for his strength.

In the midst of the intimate kiss, Chi Yu finally spoke, "Why did you hit me?"

Xia Shuran didn't answer.

Chi Yu took Xia Shuran's hand and placed it on his left cheek. He stared at Xia Shuran with tears in his eyes and whispered, "It hurts."

Seeing him like this, Xia Shuran couldn't stop crying for some reason.

Chi Yu leaned forward and kissed her eyes gently.

"Don't cry, baby."

"I'm just asking you. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. This matter will be over."

Xia Shuran hugged his neck and sobbed without caring about her image.

The girl wept bitterly and told the reason in fragments.

"You don't care about my feelings..."

Chi is a metaphor for silence.

Each one was like a word on a branding iron, burning on Chi Yu's chest.

He seemed to have never noticed these problems.

Chi Yu finally discovered his problem with a glaring omission.

An almost unavoidable problem for upper-class young men—they are used to treating their partners as if they were superiors.