Rong Shang tilted her head back and finished the wine in her glass. With a slight smile, she stepped forward to greet him.
Just as she brushed past a guest in the crowd, a pair of sharp eyes pierced through her from behind and landed on her departing figure.
"Ah...Ah Ying, what's wrong?"
Liang Manming knew that his gaze was following Shen Qinghuan, but she still couldn't help but ask.
What are you looking at?
She deliberately stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him.
The distracting message was so obvious that the man's expression suddenly turned cold as he looked away.
With a swift movement, he intercepted Liang Man's wrist.
Her face turned pale, and she said pitifully, "It hurts."
"Leave me alone!" The man flung her hand away without any politeness.
His expression and tone conveyed nothing but annoyance.
Liang Man bit her lower lip, feeling somewhat sad.
The man then walked around the field, and Liang Man followed him closely.
But she dared not say anything, for fear that he would be angry.
...
"What are you looking at?"
More than ten minutes had passed since they arrived, but apart from walking to his side at the beginning, she spent the rest of the time either thinking or daydreaming.
Being ignored is a terrible feeling.
Unable to bear it any longer, Mu Chen reached out and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
When the guests who were toasting him saw the two of them in such an intimate manner, they immediately brought up the topic.
"Mr. Mu, this must be Mrs. Mu?"
I had heard before that the second young master of the Mu family did not like his wife, but seeing her today, it seems that it is not like the rumors say.
So he looked at Rong Shang and praised her several times.
The other party was all smiles, their intention to curry favor was quite obvious.
Mu Chen glanced at him, his expression cold and stern. He grunted in response, clearly unwilling to say more.
But when his gaze fell on the woman in his arms, and he saw that she was still staring at a certain spot around them, the man suddenly felt jealous.
He reached out and pinched her smooth cheek lightly, saying, "Did you hear that? Mr. Zhang is asking you a question."
Uh, this last one is Mr. Zhang.
The older man opposite him was still somewhat hesitant to accept this.
He waved his hands repeatedly, saying apologetically, "Mr. Mu, you're too kind."
However……
Rong Shang still did not react.
It was as if what they said had nothing to do with her.
Now, Mr. Zhang witnessed firsthand just how terrifying the man in front of him was when his face darkened.
He dared not linger any longer and simply said, "Then Mr. and Mrs. Mu, please continue with your work. I won't disturb you any longer."
"Um."
A single word, yet it carried a hint of nameless anger.
Soon, the person left.
Rong Shang realized what was happening; the man's expression was sullen.
She glanced at him, then looked away, preparing to leave.
The man tightened his grip, and Rong Shang fell back into his arms.
"Stop looking, okay?"
A voice that only the two of them could hear came from behind. Rong Shang raised her eyes to look at him, and at that moment, the man's dark pupils flashed with an unusually serious light.
She then realized that he had already noticed everything she had done.
"Am I no match for him?"
She was probably curious, because she rarely saw this man show such an expression.
Of course, whenever she seriously wanted to know something, he would pretend to be clueless.
"What are you fighting about?" The man patted her head, his tone incredibly indulgent. "I'm just telling you not to look at other men. Do you think you're going to war?"
"..." Rong Chang smiled enigmatically, her tone carrying a deeper meaning, "Is that so?"
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