Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Lu Fang was furious, and the last few words were almost squeezed out through his teeth.

The thought of Su Nanqin not returning home in the middle of the night, and how he had waited for him all afternoon with the intention of having a good talk about the argument they had last night, only to find that the other party had gone out to have fun with other people behind his back.

Then he thought of the man who brought him back, and how he leaned on the man's shoulder, almost whining as he called the man's name.

He wished he could immediately peel off Su Nanqin's skin and teach him a lesson for disobeying.

He coldly observed Su Nanqin's beautiful jawline leading up to her delicate, thin lips, which would slightly open and close as she spoke in a coquettish tone, making it impossible to look away.

Above her high, straight nose, her slightly upturned, light purple eyes exuded a myriad of charms.

Although her originally pale skin appeared somewhat paler now, it could not conceal the sophisticated feminine beauty beneath her pretty face.

Consumed by intense jealousy, Su Nanqin was in so much pain that she couldn't resist and remained held in Lu Fang's hand.

Lu Fang was furious. He suddenly suspected that the two of them were doing something behind his back, and in an instant, his rationality collapsed.

"No... Lu Fang..."

He was in a terrible state, he had been in a terrible state from yesterday to today, a state he had never been in before.

Lu Fang and he had a big fight... Lu Fang didn't celebrate his 26th birthday with him... Lu Fang hit him...

He was Su Nanqin, a prodigy in the capital's social circles, a god-like figure who always commanded others from a high position, while others flocked to him.

No one has ever dared to blaspheme the noble gods. But Lu Fang dares, and not only does he dare, he dares to trample on them wantonly.

How could he not be angry? In his eyes, Su Nanqin was childish and a bit unreasonable, but she was almost always obedient in front of him.

He thought of Su Nanqin lying softly in that man's arms, even unconsciously murmuring his name as he drank.

And that man looked at him with such envious eyes.

He could barely contain his overwhelming jealousy.

Even if nothing was done, it couldn't quell Lu Fang's anger upon learning that the other party hadn't come home all night, was drunk, and had brought a man back with her.

He gripped the other man's flailing hand to stop him from moving, raised his other hand high, veins bulging on his face, and shouted, "Su Nanqin! What's wrong with you? Do you really think I wouldn't dare hit you?"

Su Nanqin's pupils dilated instantly when he saw Lu Fang raise his hand high. He froze, then turned to look at Lu Fang with disbelief in his eyes. Lu Fang was actually willing to hurt him.

His stomach was still churning with pain. Lu Fang's blows were heavy, and many parts of his body were aching. He turned to look at Lu Fang: "You don't dare? I thought you'd already hit me..."

Perhaps due to his weakness, what should have been a powerful statement fell as softly as cotton, just like the silent tears on Su Nanqin's cheeks.

Lu Fang was stunned. He looked at Su Nanqin, whose porcelain-white skin was covered with bluish-purple spots, and one side of his already pale cheek was now swollen.

He paused for a moment, then gently lowered his raised hand in an arc. Su Nanqin, seeing his movement, subconsciously turned her face away and closed her eyes tightly.

The expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Fang with almost no emotion.

As Lu Fang watched his every move, he felt that the sharp gaze was like a knife stabbing him painfully.

As his reason returned, he seemed to realize what he had done to Su Nanqin.

"Should we fight?" Then he heard Su Nanqin ask him, crying.

He uttered those words lightly, even though he was crying, he dared not look into that stubborn gaze, which seemed to contain endless ruthlessness.

He dared not answer, because he had indeed laid a hand on the victim.

His first instinct was to answer, "No, I won't, I won't do it again," but the words that came out were a stubborn, "Are you scared?"

"If you're afraid, you won't fight?" Su Nanqin looked at him.