The atmosphere fell into silence.

He Huaichi helped Song Shuyu up with his thin and clean hands, as if he was moved by compassion.

The next moment, he said in a slow tone, "I can't control the past, but since you and I are married, we have made a contract. The wedding night was the last time you acted recklessly. You can't do it again in the future."

Each word was clanging and powerful, as if it were hitting the ground.

At the same time, there was the sound of someone knocking on the door.

He Huaichi exited and quickly came back in, holding a bag in his hand and throwing it by the door.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Or do you want me to show you to your father?"

It was an understatement of the threat. The next second, the bathroom door was closed.

He Huaichi asked his assistant to bring a set of clean clothes to Song Shuyu in advance, but he didn't expect that he would also get soaked all over.

He sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette quietly. The heat in his lower abdomen completely subsided at this moment. But he couldn't think about it in detail. When he thought about it, he could think of the disheveled Song Shuyu half-kneeling in front of him just now.

He knew in his heart that he could not last long as Liu Xiahui. As long as he was still a normal man.

After spending so much time alone with her, he actually reacted twice.

Song Shuyu came out wearing a sleeveless long skirt. He Huaichi frowned slightly. But this was the most conservative skirt that the assistant took out from his suitcase.

He Huaichi stood up silently, opened the door and went out together.

Walking down the softly carpeted aisle, someone quickly blocked the way.

"Huaichi, is nothing wrong with Shu Yu?" There was a bit of anxiety on his face, as if he really cared about her. Then why not ask her directly, but also call Huaichi first?

Just a cheap little trick.

Song Shuyu walked towards her slowly, with a smile on his face, as gentle as a harmless person or animal.

Then in front of He Huaichi, Song Shuyu slapped him with a slap, making a green sound.

Wang Ningxi was completely shocked, and she was stunned for two seconds before covering her face with her hands.

Song Shuyu came closer, his lips almost close to her ear, "This is the price of informing. If you want to be hysterical, you can do it."

Taking a step back, Song Shuyu looked at Wang Ningxi with a contemptuous smile.

"Husband." She turned around and called He Huaichi softly, as if her face changed, "I'm too tired, let's go back."

After saying that, she stretched out her soft white hand and waited for him to hold it gently.

He Huaichi did not disappoint her.

In fact, the time he made his decision without hesitation exceeded Song Shuyu's guess.

But He Huaichi didn't hold her fingertips, but put his arm around her shoulders without using any force.

Two people walked past Wang Ningxi.

Wang Ningxi's face turned pale for an instant. Her eyes were red either from humiliation or from the pain on her face.

Just like when He Huaichi abandoned her to marry Song Shuyu, his abandonment this time was equally decisive.

She lost to Song Shuyu.

It was quiet on the way back until we got back to the hotel.

Song Shuyu was walking in front of him. The moment He Huaichi closed the door, he grabbed Song Shuyu's wrist and pulled her close.

The tone that escaped from her thin lips was unhurried, "She and I didn't do anything. You don't have to treat her like that."

Song Shuyu smiled softly and asked, "Are you distressed? Why didn't you stop it just now?"

She flicked her wrist and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "My hands hurt from the beating."

"The Song and Wang families are family friends." His short words revealed a little bit of confusion. He Huaichi's voice was very nice and his intonation was well controlled. It seemed that the confusion was just a little bit.
Chapter completed!