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  She glared at him exasperatedly.

  He sniggered once more and continued in a strange tone, “You are so defensive toward him; isn’t it strange?”


  She was stupefied by his jealous tone, though he did not seem to be aware of it.

  In the past, Youyou would display such a jealous expression and tone when she carried other children before him.

  She raised an eyebrow but did not pursue the matter further. Instead, she replied, “Gu Xingze is an excellent actor. I’ve watched his shows before. His acting is persuasive, and he is a natural before the camera. Besides, having been in this industry for a decade, he is very experienced.”


  She hardly concealed her admiration and respect for the man when she spoke up in his defense; she did not notice the moodiness magnifying on his face as he watched her rambled on.

  Pissed, he got up slightly and lunged toward her. His broad upper torso sandwiched her body between him and the wall behind, his palms holding her wrists captive high above her head.

  His sudden action caused the water in the bathtub to splash all over the bathroom floor.

  Her eyes widened in shock, and she tried to break free from his hold. His arms were unfortunately much longer than hers, so her struggle was in vain.

  Behind her was the cold surface of the wall tiles and before her was his searing chest. If she was said to be made of water, then he could be said to contain fire. As his boiling skin pressed hard against her delicately naked front, her back was pushed against the icy-cold wall. She was overwhelmed by the heat and cold at once!

  “What…… are you doing?!” She glared at him furiously, at a loss on what got him into this frenzy again.

  He locked his deep-set, almond eyes dangerously on hers and, like ice cubes falling from his lips, sullenly mouthed, “Are you admiring other men in front of me?”


  She retorted, “Isn’t it so?”


  “Er?”


  “Gu Xingze is gentler and more understanding than you. He is smart and capable and takes good care of me.”


  “Oh, but is he more handsome than me? Does he have a better status or possess more wealth compared to me?” He sneered and seriously listed out one by one his strong suits against Gu Xingze to her.

  Her wrath subsided as she realized that this man before her was trying to use what he had to compete with another.

  He was just like Youyou. When that boy was four years old, and she carried a neighbor’s child, he had a nearly identical reaction. “Mommy, why are you carrying another child? Does he look cuter than me? Is he prettier or smarter compared to me? Has mommy stopped loving me?”


  The little lad was like a pitiful puppy wagging its tail before her, protesting unhappily that she had given her loving attention to other children.

  The difference between the father and son was that this man was doing his best to conceal his uneasiness over her admiration for other men; she could detect the jealousy, nevertheless.

  She quietly retorted, “Mu Yazhe, you really are like a kid.”