Jiang Cheng's voice was very hoarse, as if mixed with tiny particles.

He raised one hand and gently pinched her hot, flushed cheek, staring at her intently with his phoenix eyes: "I'm angry because you don't trust me."

"I'm also angry that you don't rely on me and don't treat me as your man, your husband!"

"As far as I know, He Wenwen had a conflict with you before, right?"

These words also made Shen Zhiyi come back to his senses slightly and calm down a little.

But his body stiffened, and he pursed his lips and remained silent.

"I, I didn't tell you because I was afraid of causing you trouble!" She retorted with a hum, but she had no strength left.

When these words entered Jiang Cheng's ears, it was like a kitten scratching his heart.

His eyes darkened and he closed them again.

Only then did I suppress the strong desire in my heart.

He continued, “Comrade Shen Zhiyi, what you said is extremely incorrect.”

“Not only is it incorrect, it shouldn’t be done!”

He sighed briefly and opened his eyes again.

The dark, thick eyelashes trembled, and there was a hint of displeasure in her tone: “Chen Zhiyi, no matter who you say it to, you always say that I am a good man and a good husband.”

"But you were bullied, but you are unwilling to rely on me. What's the logic behind this?"

"They say marrying a man provides food and clothing. But in my opinion, if the only purpose is to provide food and clothing, then having a man is meaningless!"

"A man should love his wife, protect her at all times, and never let her suffer any injustice! That's the meaning of being a man, do you understand?"