The man, whose appearance was so ordinary that one might doubt whether the outstanding Nangong Yao was his son, suddenly became dejected. He stood cautiously beside Si Jiali, glancing at his wife every now and then, filled with trepidation, like a pitiful dog kicked away by its master.

Shen Wangshu did not force Si Jiali to forgive Nangong Cheng.

She felt Nangong Yao still looking at her with a gloomy expression, raised an eyebrow, and touched the phone in her pocket.

"You know the consequences of harming my lover," Dongfang Xuan's clear voice slowly drifted over.

Nangong Yao's expression darkened further after being threatened by him.

He stared intently at Shen Wangshu and asked coldly, "Are you really going to choose him?!"

"I have only ever loved this one man." Shen Wangshu lowered her head and touched Dongfang Xuan's thin, cold ear. Seeing the boy's gentle demeanor, she closed her eyes, as innocent as a white rabbit.

She smiled and patted him again, and saw the boy twitching his ears and happily leaning closer, looking extremely endearing. However, she didn't like showing affection in the Nangong family, so she lowered her head and asked Dongfang Xuan with a smile, "Shall we go home?"

She saw Dongfang Xuan look up at her with innocent eyes, which softened her heart even more. She saw him reach out to her, and the silent man behind him took the blanket from his lap. She felt sorry for him, but she smiled at him without showing any emotion and helped the young man up. She watched as he seemed to have a hard time getting up from his wheelchair and leaned his whole body on her.

His slender arm encircled her shoulder, his weight pressing down on half of her body, and a faint, cool fragrance wafted over.

Shen Wangshu didn't dwell on his weak legs, but instead supported him, feeling his cheek pressed against her neck, his cool breath brushing against her collarbone.

"You're so good to me." The young man's gentle voice echoed in her ear.

Shen Wangshu turned her head tenderly and kissed his cheek.

So what if she's disabled? She'll be his...

"But President Dongfang's legs are perfectly fine, so why is he in a wheelchair?"

At this moment, Nangong Cheng's somewhat confused voice came.

Shen Wangshu paused slightly, then suddenly turned his head.

The boy met her scrutinizing gaze and remained silent for a moment before timidly lowering his fair cheeks.

"Please don't worry about the props for the masquerade ball," he said gently and shyly.

They especially deceive people's feelings.