He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Wen Zhaoci nodded obediently, her eyes softening considerably.

He knew in his heart that he hadn't thought things through, and it was only natural that his father-in-law was angry.

But he doesn't regret it.

If he weren't so obsessive and didn't hold her tightly by his side, he was really afraid that his little girl might not belong to him if he wasn't careful.

"I'll do whatever you say," he replied softly.

Seeing that he was obedient, Sang Jiuning finally felt relieved and turned to walk towards the balcony: "Then I'll go back first, and wait for you to come over later."

Looking at her lively and charming appearance, Wen Zhaoci's eyes were full of doting affection, but he still held her tightly and wouldn't let go, like a stubborn boy who would throw a tantrum if he couldn't get candy.

Sang Jiuning had no choice but to pamper the man she had chosen.

She raised her arm and wrapped it around Wen Zhaoci's neck, kissing his lips with a coaxing tone.

The kiss was delicate and long, until Sang Jiuning's tongue went numb.

She has given him all the security he needs, so she doesn't know why he feels so insecure.

The two kissed and hugged...

Sang Jiuning was panting, her voice trembling: "Ugh... I... really should... go... back."

Wen Zhaoci had no choice but to let go, licking her lips with her tongue. Her voice softened, becoming even lower and more hoarse. She looked at Sang Jiuning, her dejected mood evident in her voice: "Mmm..."

He had just started eating... but his wife had to go home.

……

Sang Jiuning's legs were so weak that she tiptoed in through the back door, clinging to the greenery on the villa's exterior wall.

Around six o'clock in the morning, Wang Ma was already busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The kitchen door was habitually ajar, which gave her the perfect opportunity to sneak in.

She was incredibly lucky that no one in her family was out early in the morning, otherwise, given her current disheveled state, she would definitely have been questioned for ages.

After all the commotion in the morning, she hadn't had time to tidy herself up. Her long hair was a mess, sticking out of her head like a frizzy bird's nest. She was wearing loose, heavy long-sleeved pajamas that hung loosely on her body, and she still looked listless and sleepy.

She held her breath, tiptoed across the tiled floor, and dared not make a sound as she slowly moved up the stairs along the handrail.

Just two steps away from turning into the second-floor corridor, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs.

It is Sang Tingyan.

He had just come out of the master bedroom, dressed in neat clothes, his brows and eyes displaying the composure and sharpness of a middle-aged man, his aura serious and dignified.

Sang Jiuning's heart stopped for a moment. Her mind raced faster than her reaction. Almost instinctively, she turned around abruptly, her back to Sang Tingyan, pretending that she had just come downstairs and was about to have breakfast.

Her fingertips were trembling slightly, and she was extremely flustered.

Oh no, why did I have to run into my dad?!

She looked completely out of sorts; her messy hair, swollen lips, and slightly red eyes, along with a guilty look in her eyes, made it impossible to hide her abnormality.

Behind him came Sang Tingyan's low, disgruntled snort, his tone full of disgust: "How old are you? You don't care about your appearance at all. You're all disheveled and dirty, what kind of person are you?"

Sang Jiuning secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her father only thought she was being lazy and sloppy, and didn't see anything else.

She quickly raised her hand and ruffled her messy hair, deliberately opened her mouth wide and let out a long yawn, intentionally pretending to be groggy and lazy after just waking up, in order to cover up the panic surging in her heart.

"I'm so sleepy..." she mumbled indistinctly, not daring to look back at Sang Tingyan's gaze. She quickened her pace and dashed upstairs in a flash. "I'm going to wash up and change first!"

The moment Sang Jiuning slipped into the room and closed the door, she leaned against the door and let out a long breath. Her heart was pounding, and a thin layer of sweat had quietly seeped out from her back.

That scoundrel Wen Zhaoci really made her anxious and worried all morning! It made her feel like she was having an affair.

After a quick wash and change of clothes, breakfast was already on the table when I went downstairs.

On the long Western-style table were warm milk, toast, and fried eggs, which smelled delicious, as well as a fruit platter.

Sang Tingyan looked at the newspaper calmly, his expression still serious and unsmiling.

Sang Jiuning held her cutlery and sat down to eat obediently, but her eyes couldn't help but linger on Sang Tingyan, glancing at him frequently from the corner of her eye.

She kept thinking to herself that her phone was still in her father's hands. After it was confiscated yesterday, she couldn't see any messages or even contact her classmates, which was really inconvenient.

After much thought, the only solution was to act cute and coax my stubborn old man.

Sang Tingyan had long noticed his daughter's shifty gaze. Seeing her hesitant and thoughtful expression, he said calmly, "Just say what you want to say. Why are you sneaking glances at me like that?"

The opportunity is coming!

Sang Jiuning immediately put down her cutlery, not even bothering to eat breakfast, and quickly went around behind Sang Tingyan. She raised her hand and gently massaged his shoulders, her tone soft and obedient, a complete attempt to please him.

"My dearest Dad, you must be very tired standing on that platform every day. Let me give you a shoulder massage to relax!"

Her fingertips pressed gently, obediently massaging his shoulders, her attitude sincere and docile.

A barely perceptible softening crossed Sang Tingyan's eyes, but his tone remained authoritative and cool: "Now you know how to be attentive and charming? Too late. When you were being so capricious and reckless during the marriage registration, did you never think I'd be angry?"

Sang Jiuning knew he was just being stubborn but soft-hearted, so she immediately went along with his words and coaxed him, her sweet words overflowing: "I was just being immature! My dad has always protected and loved me since I was little. Without you, how could I have grown up? I know I was wrong, and I will definitely be obedient and take good care of you from now on!"

Sitting to the side, Fu Xulan listened with a smile, deliberately teasing her, "So you're only filial to your father? What about me?"

Sang Jiuning was about to turn around and coax her mother when a clear male voice interrupted her.

Fu Yanchen sat on a side chair, his fingertips casually brushing against the glass. His gaze fell on her, a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Little sister, don't be biased. You still have your brother here."

Sang Jiuning's eye twitched, and she rolled her eyes inwardly.

What does this have to do with Fu Yanchen?!

He had a perfectly good chance to win over my parents, but he had to come and join in the fun. He's always here!

She glanced at Fu Yanchen sideways, her eyes clearly conveying disdain that said, "None of your business, mind your own business."

This undisguised emotion in his eyes was perfectly captured by Sang Tingyan.

Sang Tingyan immediately raised his hand and gently patted her arm, his tone somewhat scolding: "What kind of look is that? Don't be disrespectful and naughty towards your brother."

"Your brother has it so tough. He took over such a big company at such a young age and has to deal with mountains of work every day. He's under more pressure than anyone else. You should be more understanding of him."

Sang Jiuning silently pursed her lips, daring not to speak out against her anger.