Chu Xiyao clenched the hand holding her chopsticks slightly tighter, feeling increasingly resentful.
Why?
Why should this woman receive such careful protection from Qi Yuan?
She had never thought that in her eyes, the unapproachable and virtuous Qi Yuan would actually take care of a woman with such meticulousness and caution?
His every move could drive someone crazy.
Especially this partial tender affection, which was like a poison that infiltrated her very organs.
Yet this tenderness did not belong to her!
Tao Wanqing's gaze swept lightly over the few people present, simply raising an eyebrow without saying anything.
But deep down, she was somewhat surprised.
She thought that a man like her son, devoid of affection and desire, a man who kept away from women, would never know how to dote on a woman in his lifetime.
