Her thin back, in a gauzy ballet costume, was pressed tightly against the floor-length mirror and felt cold to the touch.

Su Yun raised her little face and looked at him fearlessly, without the previous helplessness in her eyes.

There was a calm smile in his eyes.

"Sheng Huai, you think too highly of yourself."

"What did you say?!"

His face became visibly darker, and his black eyes reflected the light of the crystal chandelier, filled with raging anger.

"You left right after I got back. Is this how you treat your husband?!"

There was a hint of confusion in Su Yun's beautiful eyes.

She didn't know how this man could be so self-righteous in everything he did.

"Mr. Sheng, your little sweetheart is still crying. Instead of arguing with me, you might as well go and comfort her!"

After saying that, she bent her waist slightly and tried to get out of Sheng Huai's arms.

"Want to run again?!"

He sneered, and grasped Su Yun's slender wrist tightly with his big hand, causing her to fall into his arms.

Su Yun was a little annoyed, and her tone became sharper: "Sheng Huai! What on earth do you want to do?!"

"I'm away for a few days, and you don't miss me at all?!"

He looked at her, trying to find some expectation in those misty eyes.

But I was soon disappointed.

"Boss Sheng must be drunk to ask such a question!"

"I suggest you deal with the two downstairs first!"

Su Yun pushed his restraining arms away and quickly left the dance studio.

Sheng Huai stood quietly in the room full of floor-to-ceiling mirrors for a while.

His face was reflected in mirrors on every wall.

His brows were furrowed and his face was expressionless.

His hands were still lightly clenched, as if he was still holding her like he had just done.

Su Yun was really becoming more and more beyond his expectations.

In the past, whenever she was on a business trip, she would always make countless phone calls, say good morning and good night, and then count the days until she came home.

For some reason, Sheng Huai felt a little sour and wet in his heart.

After a long time, he went downstairs in silence.

There was a lot of clanging noise in the restaurant.

"You silly girl, the man you're with is really rich. This spoon must be made of gold!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry...put it in your bag."

"Dad, we'll be discovered..."

"If you don't tell me, no one will know!"

Sheng Huai stood at the door.

Father Jiang held a gold spoon in his hand with his eyes shining.

At the dining table, Jiang Zhi sat steadily like a hostess, drinking the stewed bird's nest from Su Yun's bowl. Because she ate too quickly, she choked and coughed continuously.

She raised her head and saw the tall figure at the door. She quickly wiped her mouth with her arm and smiled gently: "Ah Huai... Is my sister jealous?"

Father Jiang looked in the direction of her voice, quickly put the spoon in his pocket, cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm.

"Mr. Sheng, we are sorry to trouble you, but Xiao Zhi also means well."

Sheng Huai looked at the father and daughter.

He really couldn't understand how such a woman could dance such a graceful and extraordinary ballet that night.

"kindness?"

Sheng Huai's tone was relaxed.

Jiang Zhi was encouraged and became more and more pitiful: "Ah Huai, the rumors about you and Miss Liu are everywhere. I'm afraid Sister Su Yun will be sad."

"So I just acted on my own...but Sister Su Yun has a bit of an impatient temper, but I think she cares about you, too."

What he said was that Su Yun had a bad temper and couldn't be as gentle and considerate as himself.

"Mr. Sheng, my daughter..."

Father Jiang was halfway through his words when he saw the cold and sinister face and suddenly stopped talking, not daring to continue.

"care……"

Sheng Huai sneered and walked to the dining table with his long legs.

There was a moon-white silk shawl draped over the back of the chair.

He sat in that chair.

When Jiang Zhi saw his gloomy and cold look, she couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Sheng Huai's attitude became colder and colder, and he even refused to answer the phone.

If it were like this in the past, as long as she cried and mentioned that she had no mother and had risked her life to save his life in a foreign country, he would definitely have softened his heart.

But now it seems...

Could it be that Sheng Huai discovered something!

She clenched her palms tightly and went over the lies she had made up in her mind again. She felt relieved only after confirming that there were no loopholes.

"Ahuai..."

Jiang Zhi grabbed his suit sleeve and started to act pitiful: "It's all my fault today, don't be angry."

"You must be exhausted after being on a business trip for so long. It's all my fault. I knew you were busy with your career, but I was always clumsy and causing trouble."

Sheng Huai didn't say anything.

She tried to squeeze out a few tears.

"It's all my fault this time, but I just want to comfort Sister Su Yun and tell her not to be sad about Miss Liu's matter. As Mrs. Sheng... I have to be more generous."

"comfort?"

"When will it be your turn to comfort my wife?"

Sheng Huai raised his eyelids and his face looked even worse: Miss Jiang, I have made it very clear that this is the last time I will help you with Yun Qishan’s matter.

Jiang Zhi's body softened and she fell to sit at his feet: "Wuwuwu... Ah Huai, I know I didn't do well, but, but I didn't have a mother to teach me since I was a child, how can I be as good at dealing with things as Sister Su Yun."

She sniffed: "Besides, even if you hate me now, if it wasn't for me back then... wuwuwu..."

Before she could finish her words, she began to gasp for breath and looked like she was about to die.

"Ah Huai, my heart hurts so much, I feel so uncomfortable... I'm suffocating, please save me..."

Seeing this, Father Jiang also knelt down at Sheng Huai's feet and said, "Boss Sheng! Please save my daughter. She is in poor health and cannot stand any stimulation..."

Sheng Huai's expression did not change, and he tapped the rim of the cup with a spoon in his hand.

The servant waiting at the door trotted in: "Boss Sheng."

Sheng Huai frowned and gave an impatient order: "Send Miss Jiang out, and don't let anyone in casually in the future!"

"Not even if my wife agrees!"

The servant nodded tremblingly and accepted the order.

Jiang Zhi was still covering her chest and pretending to be weak.

"It hurts so much... Ah Huai... I might die, I can't breathe..."

"Ms. Jiang..."

He finally glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said, "Get out of my sight while I still have patience. Otherwise, in one minute, you will never have anything to do with Yun Qishan's team again."

Jiang Zhi rolled up from the ground.

It was the first time that she was so ruthlessly exposed and ignored. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she finally felt a little sad and unbearable in her heart.

But Sheng Huai didn't even look at her.

The servant said politely: "Miss Jiang, please."

Father Jiang wanted to say something, but Jiang Zhi pulled his sleeve and stopped him.

She knew that Sheng Huai was really angry. If she continued to act now, she might be kicked out like garbage.

Jiang Zhi and his daughter left the villa dejectedly.

"remember!"

"Anyone who comes to visit must get my permission!"

Sheng Huai glanced at the housekeeper sharply, said something and turned to go upstairs.

The figure that had just left the dance studio made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling is becoming more and more frequent.

The bedroom door opened, but there was no sign of Su Yun inside.

He hurried to the garden again.

However, as soon as I walked under the rose trellis, a large basin of water was poured on my head...