You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 82: Swearing He Would Never Have an Affair with Other Women

"Sweetie?" he asked tentatively, reaching out to pull her hand, but before he could even touch her hand, he was slapped.

Yu Nanqing frowned, crumpling the letter in her hand again and again. A surge of jealousy overwhelmed her, turning her into a hedgehog ball that couldn't be touched or hugged.

After being pushed away for the fifth time, Shen Mochen finally couldn't take it anymore. He pressed down on her kicking feet and flailing hands, met her bright, disgusted face, his eyes darkened, and he leaned down to bite her red lips until they bled, finally calming her down a bit.

"What did I do to offend you, my darling?" He lowered his eyes slightly and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears that had fallen from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Nanqing stared at him angrily. After thinking about it, she felt that Shen Mochen was not the kind of person who would eat what he had and look at what he didn't. But this thing appeared in Shuijun Bay, and even in the master bedroom. Could Shen Mochen be completely without fault?

Besides, he had turned a blind eye to Xia Yue's advances before, and she had heard from others at Xia Yue's birthday party that only Xia Yue could get close to him.

That treacherous, disloyal man.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Let me go first."

Shen Mochen looked at her, hesitated for two seconds, and then gave in.

As soon as he let go, Yu Nanqing slapped him hard across the face.

The force was considerable, and a bright red mark instantly appeared on Shen Mochen's fair face.

The atmosphere froze, and after a long silence, Yu Nanqing finally moved, slapping the crumpled letter in her hand onto Shen Mochen's face, then got out of bed. "I'd better go back to my apartment and not disturb Young Master Shen flirting with the young lady."

Her words were harsh, and as she spoke, she glanced at Shen Mochen's expression intentionally or unintentionally, while slowly packing her things.

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, Shen Mochen's brows furrowed instantly, and his face turned frighteningly dark. He turned around, placed the letter on the cabinet, and then grabbed Yu Nanqing, who was trying to walk towards the door. "Goodness, I'm innocent. I didn't write this letter."

Yu Nanqing resisted a couple of times on the surface, then kicked her legs and let him hold her.

She didn't intend to leave; it was so dark and scary.

However, she didn't speak. She had wanted to ask him about Xia Yue earlier, and she wanted to take this opportunity to hear his explanation.

Seeing that she was no longer resisting, Shen Mochen breathed a sigh of relief, carried her to the bed, knelt by the bed and hugged her waist tightly, "This letter was most likely the old man's doing, I have nothing to do with Xia Yue."

"Words are no proof." Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and spoke in a muffled voice. Feeling her feet were cold, she instinctively pulled them into his arms.

Shen Mochen pondered for two seconds, trying to figure out who Xia Yue was. He connected the name with the person in his mind, and it took him a while to recall the person whose name Xia Yue corresponded to.

It's the woman that the old man painstakingly found for him last time.

He doesn't remember people who are unrelated to him very clearly. Even if someone comes to him repeatedly to seek his attention, he can treat that person as air and forget about them as soon as he turns his back.

The old man had his handwriting forged into his own by someone else, and now he was truly unable to defend himself.

He frowned, got up, and walked towards the door.

Yu Nanqing paused for two seconds, staring at his back, her heart tightening.

Fortunately, before she could decide whether to follow, Shen Mochen turned back.

Looking at the phone in his hand, Yu Nanqing breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Shen Mochen was annoyed by her being unreasonable, but it turned out he was just getting his phone.

But what was he doing with his phone? Was he asking Yu Yan to take her home?

After a moment of panic, she pursed her lips and before she could utter a sound, Shen Mochen pulled her into his arms.

Her brow twitched slightly, her eyes flickered, and she looked up to meet Shen Mochen's gaze. After hesitating for two seconds, she said, "You..."

"I'll call Grandpa," Shen Mochen explained to her, already dialing the number.

The other end didn't answer the phone; I called three times in a row, but they still didn't pick up.

The atmosphere in the room immediately became even more tense.

A silence filled the air. Yu Nanqing couldn't stand it any longer. She shifted her position, got off Shen Mochen's lap, picked up the letter on the table again, and examined it closely. She remembered that Shen Mochen had once used an envelope to reason with her. She pinched it with her fingertips, pretending not to understand, "This envelope looks like it's from two years ago."

After she finished speaking, she paused, then looked up at Shen Mochen in a daze.

She had originally intended to find some clues to exonerate him and ease the tension, but her words only made things worse.

She pursed her lips. "The style from two years ago is still suitable for use today."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and began to examine the words on the letter, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see any difference between it and Shen Mochen's handwriting. In fact, the strokes of the pen were exactly the same as Shen Mochen's.

She bit her lip in distress, then decided to give up entirely, threw the letter aside, and straddled Shen Mochen's lap. "Fine, I believe you, just this once."

"Swear that there is absolutely no possibility between you and Xia Yue, or may you be struck by lightning and die a horrible death... and I will forgive you."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed with a kiss.

Shen Mochen held her tightly, his eyes slightly red, his emotions a complex mix.

He must be sick; seeing her jealous actually makes him secretly excited.

If your wife is jealous, it means she cares about you.

Even if she was sent by Chen Qing, so what? She is his now, and she can only be his in the future.

"Go ahead and say it." Yu Nanqing's cheeks flushed from his gaze, and she kicked him with her foot, her eyes urging him on.

"I swear, if I have a relationship with any other woman, may I die a horrible death." Shen Mochen said seriously, raising three fingers to swear.

"So why didn't you refuse Xia Yue's advances?" After he finished swearing, Yu Nanqing grabbed his collar with a fierce look and asked him sternly.

Shen Mochen paused for a moment, staring at her blankly, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "I haven't paid attention to her. If you care, I'll definitely make sure she gets lost in the future."

"Hmm, I'll let you off the hook for now. But if I find out anything again, you'll be in for a world of trouble chasing after your wife." Yu Nanqing was satisfied. She pushed him away and went to take a shower.

Shen Mochen didn't give in to her. She pushed him away, but he clung to her again, touching and kissing her with affection. When he heard her say she was going to take a shower, his eyes lit up. He picked her up and smiled obsequiously, "As compensation for my ungrateful behavior, I'll personally help my sweetie take a shower."

Yu Nanqing didn't let him succeed. As soon as they reached the bathroom door, she struggled out of his arms and pushed him out. "You're taking advantage and still acting innocent. You wish."

The bathroom door slammed shut, a gust of wind blew in, and a faint fragrance wafted in.

Shen Mochen's eyebrows twitched slightly. He stood in front of the door for a moment, then turned around. His eyes darkened, and a hint of coldness appeared between his brows.

Xia family…

Since the old man is so eager to establish connections, let him do it himself.

As for the Xia family, it's time for them to suffer a major blow, lest they become too idle and keep harping on him.