Chapter 160: Chapter 119: Think carefully about how to be a qualified wife!

Tang Shaosheng’s face never looked good. When facing other women, he always smiled warmly and charmingly, but when facing Ziyan, his feigned smile would vanish, his face icy cold as if he were a creditor demanding payment.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, and glancing at the woman clinging to his arm, Ziyan’s expression remained calm as water, with no hint of resentment visible in her eyes. Indifferently, she said, “You go ahead and get busy, I’m heading back.”

Tang Shaosheng took a step to block her path again: “Coincidentally, I’m also on my way back.”

Ziyan didn’t reply, unsure of what he wanted to do. To bring a woman along just to insult her? Did he take pleasure in this?

Unfortunately for him, she felt no disappointment. She had grown numb to the ever-present stream of women by his side, or rather, she didn’t care who was with him at all. When you don’t love someone, you can achieve this level of disregard and detachment.

Ziyan was thankful she hadn’t invested her emotions in him; otherwise, she’d likely have cried herself to death.

“Where else do you want to go?”

“My things are still there.”

Tang Shaosheng finally stepped aside, watching her walk toward a private room.

The woman in the black dress clinging to his arm glanced at Ziyan’s retreating figure and said, “Young Master Tang, who is this woman? She’s so clueless! Needs to be put in her place!”

Tang Shaosheng turned and looked at her, a smile on his face, but the words he uttered were chilling, “I don’t like women who talk too much.”

The woman immediately fell silent, then wrapped her arms around his arm, cooing, “I’ll be good.”

Tang Shaosheng smiled in satisfaction, hugging her as he took a few steps towards the door Ziyan had entered.

Ziyan said her goodbyes to everyone and walked out with her bag.

There were Tang Shaosheng and that woman by the door.

Jin Qiu, worried about Ziyan, followed her out, only to see Tang Shaosheng too, and immediately became unapologetic: “You damn Tang Seng, are you here to trouble our Yanyan again?”

Tang Shaosheng glanced at Jin Qiu and didn’t even bother to reply, instead looking down at Ziyan, “Aren’t you leaving?”

Seeing Tang Shaosheng’s attitude towards Ziyan made Jin Qiu want to curse again, but Ziyan quickly stopped her, “It’s okay Qiuqiu, go back inside, everyone is waiting for you!”

“You damn Tang Seng, if you dare to bully our Yanyan, I swear I’ll beat you until you cry!”

“You, woman, have no grace at all!” The woman in the black dress, seeing Jin Qiu’s bravado, couldn’t help but speak up.

Ziyan knew Jin Qiu’s temperament and was about to gesture for her to stop when Tang Shaosheng pulled her away.

Jin Qiu became angry, pointed at the woman in the black dress, and cursed: “What’s wrong with me, a woman?! Are you graceful? If you were, you wouldn’t be someone else’s mistress! You shameless thing, daring to interject? It seems like your [vulgar] and [cheap] heart has been lonely for too long?!”

“You…” The woman’s face twisted with anger, wanting to retort, but seeing Tang Shaosheng was also embracing Ziyan by the elevator door, afraid of being left outside the elevator door like last time, she glared at Jin Qiu and stomped her foot.

However, her heel was too high, and the stomp twisted her ankle.

“Ow~ Young Master Tang, my foot hurts so much…”

Jin Qiu swore a few times, watching the elevator doors close before heading back to the private room.

Ziyan stood in the elevator, seeing the woman sobbing and crying. She deliberately moved aside, as if making room for the two of them, trying her best to minimize her presence, as if scared of disturbing them.

Tang Shaosheng turned his head and glanced at her, then pushed the woman who was snuggling into his arms: “If it hurts that much, why don’t you dial 120?”

The woman didn’t see Tang Shaosheng’s grim face and clung to his arm, coquettishly saying, “It’s not that serious, I can just lean on you, Young Master Tang.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator reached the basement floor. Tang Shaosheng unobtrusively pushed the woman away and strode ahead.

Ziyan was the last to exit. The woman in the black dress turned and gave her a look, impatiently rolling her eyes at Ziyan and whispered, “Do you have no shame? Do you still want to get into Young Master Tang’s car?”

Ziyan glanced at her, said nothing, and followed.

Not having self-awareness is what is truly frightening. It wasn’t clear who was the shameless one.

The woman had twisted her ankle, unable to move quickly in her high heels; her anxious and helpless appearance was somewhat comical.

Tang Shaosheng got into the car, waiting for Ziyan to approach.

Seeing her head straight for the back door, his face turned to ice: “Sit in the front.”

Ziyan paused at the sound of the high heels coming from behind, then continued her action and chose the back seat.

They had already gone to so much trouble; she couldn’t be so “unreasonable.”

As Tang Shaosheng watched her through the rearview mirror, the woman in the black dress approached, slipped into the passenger seat without buckling up, and asked, “Young Master Tang, where are we going now?”