Because Nan Qiyu had just caught him hugging Tong Yilin.

Cheng Siyang was extremely anxious, fearing that Nan Qiyu would expose their affair.

While Rong Shang was taking a shower, Cheng Siyang hurriedly asked Tong Yilin before rushing to the third floor to knock on Nan Qiyu's door.

But no matter how long they knocked on the door, no one inside came out to open it.

Cheng Siyang frowned.

He would never do something so ungentlemanly as to open someone else's door and barge into their room without their permission.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he pursed his thin lips and reluctantly asked, "Is Mr. Nan here?"

He finished speaking.

With a "click," the door opened.

A cool breeze seeped through the crack in the door, and Cheng Siyang frowned.

"Mr. Nan, I apologize for disturbing you."

Thinking of the purpose of his visit, Cheng Siyang said politely.

The next second, the person inside opened the door.

But to his utter surprise, a fist the size of a sandbag suddenly slammed down on his face with a loud "bang".

Caught off guard, Cheng Siyang took a step back.

"you……"

It hurt a lot. He touched the corner of his mouth, where tiny specks of blood were seeping out.

But Nan Qiyu, who had just hit someone, acted as if it were none of his business. He leaned against the door, his eyes burning with rage.

"What do you want?"

Having been punched for no reason, Cheng Siyang was still annoyed. "It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about what happened tonight."

"Is that so?" Nan Qiyu curled her lips in disdain. "But I have no interest in talking to you."

What can two grown men talk about? It's so boring.

He turned to go inside.

Cheng Siyang quickly called out to him, "Wait, Mr. Nan."

"Actually, you misunderstood what happened last night; it wasn't what you saw."

The punch he had just delivered was quite heavy, and Cheng Siyang was now wincing in pain.

As he strode up to her, he continued to distort the truth, "I only went to hug Tong Yilin because I saw she had a headache and was about to faint from the pain."

Hug her.

Did Cheng Siyang hug other women behind Ye Zhaoxue's back?

Upon hearing this, Nan Qiyu's eyes blazed with fury.

He rubbed his cheeks, his face grim and terrifying.

Cheng Siyang was still talking when, a second later, the man in front of him turned around and delivered another punch, even heavier than the one before, sending him flying.

"Cheng Siyang, are you even human?"

Seeing him fall, Nan Qiyu strode over to him.

After being beaten repeatedly, Cheng Siyang was also scared.

"What are you doing?"

He covered his face and stood up from the ground. It took him a while to regain his balance before the man who had come up to him swung his fist and punched him again.

"Hmm..."

"Bang!"

He was thrown to the ground, and Cheng Siyang closed his eyes in pain.

"Cheng Siyang, Ye Zhaoxue likes you so much, what are you doing? Cheating on her behind her back?" Nan Qiyu, who was above him, was furious.

I almost beat him to death.

Cheng Siyang panicked when he heard him say that.

He raised his eyes, his gaze filled with lingering panic.

"No, I didn't do anything wrong to Zhaoxue. I just came up here to explain things to you." Even though he was bruised and swollen, Cheng Siyang was still trying his best to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

But why does the more I explain, the more obvious it seems like I'm trying to cover something up?

well.

He sighed, looking as if he were completely helpless.

Nan Qiyu didn't care; he deserved to die for betraying Ye Zhaoxue!

With a gloomy expression, Nan Qiyu went up and grabbed his collar, dragging him up from the ground.

Then--