Fang Xinyi.

A casual voice came from not far away.

Fang Xinyi knew who it was. She secretly pursed her lips in annoyance before looking up at them.

In the bright sunlight, Rong Chang walked slowly towards her.

In just a moment, that slender, tall figure stopped in front of Fang Xinyi.

With a grim expression, Fang Xinyi glanced coldly at the other person, then pressed her hands to the ground, preparing to stand up.

Suddenly, a shadow fell before her eyes, and Fang Xinyi's shoulder was grabbed.

The next second, there was another "thump" sound, and Fang Xinyi, who had just risen halfway, was pressed down again by Rong Shang.

Caught off guard, Fang Xinyi's knee made direct contact with the ground, and her face turned pale with pain.

"What are you doing?" She forcefully shook off Rong Shang's hand that was on her shoulder.

But when she looked up, the noble and elegant woman in front of her had already knelt down on one knee.

"You dare to even dream of the man I'm about to marry?"

Her rosy lips curled up slightly, and Rong Shang looked at her with dangerously narrowed eyes, the smile not reaching her eyes.

"Heh." With a sneer, Fang Xinyi glanced at Mu Jin behind Rong Shang, seemingly casually. "Xia Yan, what are you smug about?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a loud "smack" rang out as a hand slapped hard across her head.

Fang Xinyi's head was knocked to the side, and a cold voice rang out from above her.

"Then what are you doing that's so shameless?"

"Xia Yan!" Fang Xinyi raised her head, her dark eyes flashing slightly, and glared at Rong Shang with extreme displeasure. "You dare to hit me?"

Disliking the way Fang Xinyi looked at her, Rong Chang curled her lips into a smile. Under Fang Xinyi's resentful gaze, she fearlessly raised her hand and slapped her across the face again.

"Can't I hit someone who's so eager to become a mistress?"

Standing up, Rong Shang turned around and glanced at Mu Jin.

The other person didn't express any displeasure with her behavior just now, but looked at her with the same gentle gaze as always and slowly asked, "Does your hand hurt?"

"No--"

"Xia Yan, do you know how much I've hated you all these years?"

Before Rong Shang could finish speaking, a cool breeze swept over her from behind.

She could sense that a woman had gotten up and was about to raise her hand to hit her.

With a cold expression, Rong Shang turned around and, at the same time, raised her hand to grab Fang Xinyi's outstretched hand.

The speed was so fast that Fang Xinyi was stunned by her gaze.

"Hate me?" Rong Shang sneered.

"What a coincidence..." The last syllable of her voice trailed off. Rong Shang tightened her grip on her hand, and when she spoke again, her voice had dropped to a negative level. "I also think you're exceptionally annoying."

"Fang Xinyi, I don't care how much you like Mu Jin, from today onwards, please keep your feelings to yourself. If you ever dare to shamelessly cling to me like you did tonight, I'll cripple your hands!"

Rong Shang wasn't joking. At this moment, Fang Xinyi's hand was being held by her, and the waves of pain coming from her hand bones had already made her face turn pale.

Fang Xinyi couldn't understand how a woman could have such strength.

Before she could investigate further, the other person had already shaken off her hand and turned to walk towards Mu Jin.

Mu Jin...

Fang Xinyi covered her hand, which was being gripped painfully, and looked up. She saw the man looking down at Rong Shang in front of him with a tender expression.

He ignored everything that had just happened here.

This is a pattern they've gotten used to after so many years together.

Because Mu Jin knew that Xia Yan wouldn't suffer a loss.

If it were possible, he would definitely be the first to step forward.