Jiang Yilai trembled all over: "You've gone too far!"

"I'm going too far?" Fu Nanxiao was furious, gritting his teeth and sneering, "Jiang Yilai, first there was Liang Jiayun, then Li Luyao, how many more intimate photos of you with different men will I receive!"

Jiang Yilai's eyes were red.

She took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with Fu Nanxiao.

She turned to leave, but her wrist was grabbed by Fu Nanxiao's large hand.

With a forceful pull, he drew her body into his arms.

Jiang Yilai felt like her wrist bones were about to be crushed.

"Fu Nanxiao, let me go!" She struggled fiercely, but was tightly restrained and unable to move.

Fu Nanxiao gripped her waist tightly with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, forcing her to look him in the eye.

The two were very close.

One man's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and hatred, while the other's eyes were moist, filled with grievance and anger.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

When Jiang Yilai was forced to look into Fu Nanxiao's eyes, she discovered that his eyes were bloodshot, like those of a wild beast without reason.

She was a little scared.

Fu Nanxiao gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "I'll remind you one more time: remember your current identity, Mrs. Fu! Don't let me find out again that you're flirting with men and making a fool of yourself!"

He spoke very rudely.

Jiang Yilai couldn't hold back her emotions, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

In the past, when Fu Nanxiao spoke like that, she was only afraid and angry.

But now, she feels as if her heart is being torn apart.

I never knew liking him could be such a painful thing.

“I don’t know Li Luyao at all. He was the one who sat down in front of me today and helped me remove the piece of paper from my head!” Jiang Yilai clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with tears. She shouted excitedly, “Fu Nanxiao, does being Mrs. Fu mean I can’t even have normal social interactions? Don’t I even deserve your respect? Then I’d rather not be Mrs. Fu!”

Fu Nanxiao's sharp gaze fell on her aggrieved, angry, and heartbroken little face.

The anger in my heart suddenly stopped.

He stared at it for a full three seconds before coldly parting his thin lips: "I will verify it. You'd better tell the truth!"

He still didn't believe her.

Even if it's verified, what about the harm she's suffered right now?!

Jiang Yilai was filled with hatred. She suddenly lowered her head and bit Fu Nanxiao's arm hard.

Fu Nanxiao felt a sharp pain in his hand.

But he didn't dodge; he just frowned and looked at Jiang Yilai, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions.

Jiang Yilai was venting her anger, and she used all her strength.

She only loosened her teeth when she tasted blood in her mouth.

On Fu Nanxiao's forearm, there were two rows of teeth marks, seeping blood.

Jiang Yilai regained her composure, and her heart trembled.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for Fu Nanxiao's revenge.

But when she looked up, she found his eyes as deep as the sea, his emotions complex and hard to discern.

But his anger was no longer fierce.

Jiang Yilai really couldn't understand Fu Nanxiao.

She bit his arm until it bled, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he flew into a rage over an unverified photograph.

He's so strange.

Jiang Yilai was still heartbroken and angry, and didn't want to understand him.

She glared at him fiercely, pushed him away, ran upstairs, and slammed the door shut.

Fu Nanxiao's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his expression shifted several times.

He lost control again.

He was utterly disgusted by the sight of Jiang Yilai in intimate contact with a man, and the anger and repulsion in his heart almost made him lose his mind.

When he was with her, his emotions became increasingly out of control.

Originally, he had planned to talk to her tonight about buying the Jiang Group building.