“Husband…”
Shang Shiyan’s cold, stern features reflected in Meng Zhi’s eyes, making her forget even to breathe.
Looking at the man’s eyelashes—longer than most girls’—she instinctively closed her eyes and tilted her head up slightly.
Knowing he wouldn’t refuse her, Meng Zhi’s heart raced even faster.
Just as she was about to kiss Shang Shiyan, an untimely voice sounded from the doorway.
It interrupted Meng Zhi’s kiss.
“Zhizhi? How… how are you here?”
Shang Ye, who had been outside the door, found the female voice increasingly familiar.
Driven by some inexplicable impulse, he pushed the door open, and the scene before him made his eyes widen, rendering him speechless for a long moment.
His fiancée was lying in his own little uncle’s arms.
Their intimate closeness pierced his eyes like a sharp pain.
Shang Ye felt as if struck by lightning, his gaze fixed intently on the two people before him.
Especially on Meng Zhi.
His bewildered eyes seemed to bore a hole right through her face.
Hearing his affectionate address and presumptuous questioning, Meng Zhi frowned in irritation.
Her face, which had been brimming with sweetness, now showed only indifference and bewilderment upon seeing him.
Shang Shiyan turned his head at the same moment.
The instant their eyes met, the warmth in the man’s gaze melted away.
In its place was bone-chilling cold, his sharp eyes brimming with an unfathomably dark depth.
“Who are you?”
Meng Zhi’s voice had lost all the sweetness she’d shown Shang Shiyan—it was cold and rigid.
Her gaze at him was filled with unfamiliarity and wariness.
That indifferent look struck Shang Ye’s heart like a dagger.
What does she mean by this?
She should know when to stop throwing a tantrum.
Being late to get the marriage certificate was his fault.
But she shouldn’t use seducing his little uncle as a way to provoke him.
Shang Ye took a deep breath, suppressing the anger threatening to surge up.
He patiently tried to explain to Meng Zhi, though his words sounded like an apology, the tone was actually laced with accusation.
“Meng Zhi, stop it. I know you’re still angry with me, but there really was a life-or-death situation at the time. Can’t you just be reasonable…”
His words baffled Meng Zhi, her brows knitting tightly together.
She looked at him as if he were a madman, instinctively shrinking back into Shang Shiyan’s arms.
She whispered, “Husband, did this guy escape from a psychiatric ward? He’s so scary!”
Sensing Meng Zhi’s subtle movement, the cold harshness in Shang Shiyan’s brows eased slightly.
His warm palm gently stroked the soft flesh at her waist.
Even when glancing at her casually, his eyes held an unfathomable tenderness.
Shang Ye was deeply wounded by Meng Zhi’s resistant look and actions, and could no longer contain his fury, demanding aloud.
“What’s wrong with you? Not only do you ignore your fiancé’s messages, but you’ve also ended up like this…”
Suddenly, he fell silent.
Only now did he notice how severely Meng Zhi was injured.
Far more seriously than Chu Qinyan!
The girl’s entire body was wrapped tightly in bandages, even her forehead not spared.
He froze, and his originally confident questioning inevitably took on a hint of guilt.
But when his gaze landed on Shang Shiyan’s hand resting on her waist, rage surged to his head once more.
Shang Ye abandoned his usual composure, attempting to reach past the man beside her and grab her wrist.
“Meng Zhi, you’re my fiancée, and he’s my little uncle. What kind of spectacle are the two of you making!”
His hand hadn’t even touched Meng Zhi before Shang Shiyan coldly stopped him.
“Shang Ye, I allowed you in.”
“She doesn’t recognize you right now. Stay away.”
Shang Ye’s hand was coldly brushed aside, the other man’s gaze icy to the bone.
Under the overwhelming pressure of Shang Shiyan’s formidable, frigid aura, Shang Ye pressed his lips together, so suppressed he could barely lift his head.
He withdrew his hand in humiliation, stepping back half a pace.
Yet he still stared at Meng Zhi stubbornly, unwilling to let go.
Shang Ye refused to believe Meng Zhi had truly lost her memory.
This had to be her way of punishing him!
Shang Ye fixed his gaze on her obstinately. “Zhizhi, stop being so willful!”
Meng Zhi said nothing, her gaze resting on Shang Ye without blinking.
Shang Shiyan thought she might be remembering something, his eyes darkening, his expression growing uglier by the second.
But the next moment, Meng Zhi curled her lip and looked away.
She tightly gripped his arm, speaking with undisguised disdain.
“Honey, your nephew doesn’t seem to be in a stable mental state, does he? Who let him in? Can we get him out?”
Meng Zhi’s demeanor made it clear she thought Shang Ye had lost his mind.
Shang Shiyan: …?
Shang Ye: …?
Within a short span, Shang Ye received shock after shock.
Only now did he fully snap back to reality and realize something was wrong.
Why did Zhizhi not only fail to recognize him, but also call his little uncle “honey”?
Even more terrifying—his little uncle clearly knew she was his fiancée, yet he willingly played along!
Crazy, crazy, the whole world had gone crazy!
Shang Ye could no longer calm the turbulent emotions surging in his chest.
Especially when he noticed that Meng Zhi only grew close to Shang Shiyan, while completely rejecting—even fearing—him, his jealousy reached its peak.
“Meng Zhi, what exactly do you mean? I’m the one who’s your husband!”
“Yesterday was the day we got our marriage certificate. Why weren’t you at the civil affairs bureau? I called and texted you all day with no reply, and you’ve turned yourself into this mess…”
Shang Ye stared at Meng Zhi with resentment, trying to detect a hint of guilt on her face.
Unfortunately, Meng Zhi’s gaze at him remained just as distant as ever.
She was so cold toward him, yet she clung to his little uncle’s arm with such intimate dependence.
Why?
She had never treated him that way.
Shang Ye’s heart churned with bitterness, his gaze shifting to Shang Shiyan’s face.
He demanded angrily, “Little uncle, why are you doing this? Even if Zhizhi is injured and lost her memory, isn’t it despicable of you to take advantage of her vulnerability?”
“Shang Ye, shut up.”
Shang Shiyan’s cold eyes sharpened, leaving no room for defiance.
Shang Ye didn’t dare to go against Shang Shiyan at all. The gap in status and power humiliated him once again.
All his accusations got stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
Shang Shiyan didn’t care about the other man’s reaction.
He only cared about Zhizhi’s feelings.
His greatest fear was her looking at him with that same distant, indifferent gaze.
The mere thought of it felt like an invisible hand squeezing his heart, leaving it aching and swollen beyond measure.
The man’s thin lips pressed together slightly, about to speak, when Meng Zhi beat him to it.
The girl’s scrutinizing gaze fell on Shang Ye, sizing him up from head to toe.
Her eyes brimmed with mockery as she let out a scornful laugh.
“You say you’re my husband?”
Shang Ye thought she had remembered something and was about to nod excitedly.
The next second, he heard her cold, utterly humiliating words.
“Stop talking nonsense. I’m not blind yet—with how ugly you are, how could I possibly like you?”