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  Youyou wrinkled his brows and complained unhappily, “You have too many admirers! After getting rid of Mu Wanrou, there came Song Enya, and as if that wasn’t enough, we now have an ‘Auntie Xuanxuan’. Who knows who else will come along next? Daddy, blame it on your charms; I think there are so many women who like you that they can queue up to Siberia and beyond! No matter what, you should at least be concerned about mommy’s feelings. You ought to cut off all ties with your childhood sweetheart!”


  “.……”


  The son’s lecture was enough to shame his old man.

  Mu Yazhe bowed his head instantly.

  “I know I’m in the wrong.”


  “Knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them are for the best!” The little fellow ruffled his daddy’s hair and added, “Go and pacify mommy now; quick!”


  “Mm, got it.”
……

  It was dim inside the bedroom as the soft moonlight seeped in through the open window. The man could vaguely see his wife lying in bed, while Little Yichen was lying on the edge next to her. Upon seeing his father, he wisely and discreetly made his exit.

  He walked over and stood next to the bed.

  The woman on the bed seemed to have sensed his approach and drew the quilt further over her head. Her breathing was almost still as she covered her entire body with the heavy quilt.

  The man gave a sigh inwardly and reached out to uncover the quilt, only to face resistance from his wife, who refused to let go of the blanket. She lay buried under the fabric and refused to say a word.

  “Wifey, are you angry with me again?” asked the man in his husky voice.

  “Nope!”


  Her reticent answer indicated that she was obviously sulking.

  He pondered for a moment, unable to come up with a proper explanation.

  He could vaguely perceive her unhappiness during the dinner affair earlier. Her expression seemed odd, and she was distant and uninterested the whole time. He knew in his heart that her perversion tonight was related to the other woman.

  He could also see that Rong Xuan’s attitude toward Yun Shishi was unfriendly; both women were extremely possessive of him.

  Rong Xuan was his childhood sweetheart, and truth be told, if she had not migrated to Italy, he might have ended up with her judging by his sentimental temperament! If that were the case, then Yun Shishi would never be in the picture!

  Alas, in life, there was no ‘if’. What was done could not be undone.

  One woman represented his past and the other his future. The two were subtly competing with each other, trying to outdo the other. Both were equally jealous and envious of the other party, and neither could let the matter rest.

  He really did not know how to explain this matter for a while.

  Somehow, he felt that the best approach was to leave it alone. The more he attempted to explain, the more he would come across as having something to hide with his ex-girlfriend.

  However, just because there was nothing between the two did not mean that his wife’s thoughts would not turn wild!

  He sat on the edge of the bed, lay down beside her, and embraced the figure wrapped in the quilt before saying quietly, “When Rong Xuan was ten, her whole family emigrated, and since then, the relationship between us was severed once and for all. Besides, what happened more than a decade ago is already a thing of the past. Today’s encounter is also unexpected. Don’t be mistaken that I came to Italy just for her sake!”


  Coming up with a solemn reasoning was also hard on him! It was only after dwelling on the issue for some time that he came up with such an explanation, which was not really an explanation.

  The woman continued to keep mum.

  At this moment, her grievance was still not relieved even though she could not explain the source of her unhappiness.

  All she knew was that she was probably jealous of the other woman.