Chapter 95

Ye Fengyun chuckled. “Honey, are you jealous?”

“Jealous?”

Tang Shihan let out a cold snort and folded her arms, her expression frosty. “I’m only reminding you not to forget your place. Even if you and I are merely bound by contract, to everyone else you are still the Tang family’s live-in son-in-law. Understand?”

Ye Fengyun did not care much for her commanding tone, and Tang Shihan herself did not realize that her words carried the air of an order. After all, she had been in a position of authority for so long that such a manner of speaking had long since become second nature.

“Yes, yes, you’re right, Manager Tang,” Ye Fengyun replied irritably.

That only made Tang Shihan bristle. Was he mocking her?

She was about to question him when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her abdomen, and cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Ye Fengyun immediately noticed her discomfort. He hurriedly helped her back to his room and took her pulse.

“You’ve been too emotionally agitated and have hurt the baby’s vital energy. For the sake of the child, you must watch your emotions from now on.”

Frowning, he reminded her to take care of her health.

Tang Shihan stubbornly turned her face away, but the tenderness of motherhood softened the chill in her gaze despite herself.

She lowered her head and looked at her slightly rounded belly, stroking it gently.

“I’ll brew some medicine for you. Once you’ve drunk it, you’ll be fine.”

Ye Fengyun got dressed and climbed out of bed to prepare the medicine. Before long, he returned with a bowl of herbal broth.

He coaxed Tang Shihan into drinking it, then helped her lie down and soothed her gently. “Get some rest early. Tomorrow is our wedding day.”

Though her face remained cool, Tang Shihan felt warmth stirring in her heart. The longer she stayed with Ye Fengyun, the more she realized she was slowly beginning to rely on him.

“Mm.”

She closed her eyes, then suddenly remembered something and opened them again.

Wait. This was his room!

Tang Shihan turned her head and saw that Ye Fengyun was preparing to take off his clothes.

“I’m still here! Get out!” she ordered.

Ye Fengyun blinked. “This is my room, and we’re married.”

“A contractual marriage!”

At that, Ye Fengyun’s expression darkened slightly. He had planned to sleep on the floor so he could look after her more easily, and besides, her extreme yin constitution needed his yang energy to keep her balanced.

Since she did not appreciate the gesture, he could not be bothered to insist.

So he quickly got dressed, spread his hands, and said with a curl of his lip, “Then Manager Tang can rest here first. I’ll sleep in the living room.”

“You—” Tang Shihan glared at him in anger.

“What about me? Yes, our connection is only a piece of paper, but my constitution can save your life. No matter what, for this past year I have been your husband in name, and husband and wife sleeping together is only natural,” Ye Fengyun said deliberately.

Tang Shihan shouted, “Get lost!”

Ye Fengyun huffed and left the room without looking back.

Tang Shihan stared blankly at the slammed door, then seized the pillow and hurled it at it with force before curling up and sobbing quietly.

In the living room, Ye Fengyun sat in silence on the sofa, wanting to meditate and cultivate, but the irritation in his heart would not let him focus.

“Women really are impossible to read.”

With a helpless shrug, he opened the door and left the Tang residence.

It was already after three in the morning, and there were very few pedestrians or cars on the road. Aside from the large entertainment venues, the streets were almost empty.

Ye Fengyun lifted his gaze toward a nightclub by the roadside. Blaring, ear-splitting music poured from inside, accompanied by a steady pounding rhythm.

Then, suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar figure entering the nightclub.

It was his younger sister-in-law, Tang Anqi.