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 Jiang Nian was genuinely somewhat interested.

So, her mind raced and Xue Taihe returned home. After all, there was plenty of time to squander money, and one more day wouldn't make a difference.

Xue Taihe was incredibly excited, almost unable to control his breathing, like a starving wolfhound panting. The two rolled around in a ball as soon as they entered the house.

Xue Taihe wasn't joking; he genuinely lowered himself to be a dutiful dog, obeying Jiang Nian's every command. The intense feeling of suffocation made Xue Taihe's handsome face flush an unnatural red, but Xue Taihe couldn't care less about that now; he was practically intoxicated by the aroma.

It was like sucking and licking a broken peach, delicious and juicy.

Speaking of S////M, Xue Taihe had heard a little about it when he was still a hoodlum, but back then he only felt disgusted and wanted to vomit. Hearing even the slightest bit was an insult to his ears. How

could anyone be so depraved? He couldn't understand this so-called pleasure at all.

But even though it was just a tiny bit of a fling, Xue Taihe felt incredibly satisfied. Don't misunderstand, Xue Taihe still disliked it; he just felt that this unique experience was brought to him by his wife. If his wife liked it, what was wrong with him, as her husband, spoiling her? He was a grown man, thick-skinned and tough; wouldn't his wife's palm hurt more if he got a few slaps?

Xue Taihe acted like a thug, his straight nose still wet, yet he held Jiang Nian's small hand, uttering lewd words while licking her hand until it was burning hot. Jiang Nian couldn't help but pull her wet hand back and wipe it on Xue Taihe's strong shoulder.

Jiang Nian's face was flushed, as if she had been steamed by heat, and her watery eyes glanced at Xue Taihe with a seductive look that could make him stand up on the spot.

"Stop licking, are you addicted to being a dog?"

Jiang Nian said this to bring Xue Taihe to his senses, but Xue Taihe stared at Jiang Nian coldly for a long time. Just when Jiang Nian thought he was angry, he suddenly barked, "Woof woof!"

Jiang Nian: "..."

She couldn't think of anything else but admiration for him. Jiang Nian still remembered Xue Taihe's arrogant demeanor when they first met.

How could people change so quickly?

Jiang Nian said helplessly, "Stop joking, carry me to wash up."

Xue Taihe obediently listened and behaved well while washing Jiang Nian, not touching her inappropriately. But when Jiang Nian told him he wanted to soak for a while longer and asked him to leave, Xue Taihe closed the bathroom door and started getting restless.

He rummaged through the pile of scattered clothes and pulled out his phone.

First, he stood and surveyed Jiang Nian's bedroom. He'd been so caught up in his momentary daze that now, seeing it, it was nothing like the exquisite room he'd imagined, filled with perfume and fresh flowers. The bedside table was piled high with cheap-looking, ugly plush toys; the carpet was gaudy, with no discernible patterns; the throw pillows were all different styles, a hamburger next to a rabbit; and the table was cluttered with odd little items, piled high with barely any space.

His taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar…

"Adorable! My wife's taste is truly unique and adorable!"

Xue Taihe thought.

He took out his phone and started recording, glancing around as he did so. Then, his eyes fixed on one spot: an ordinary-looking laundry basket.

He didn't want to be so perverted.

But his body moved without consulting his brain.

Inside the laundry basket was an adorable princess dress. Xue Taihe had been in a rush leaving the hospital and hadn't had time to watch Jiang Nian's live stream, so he naturally didn't know what she'd said or what she was wearing.

However, this didn't stop Xue Taihe from knowing that the clothes in his hand had just been worn by Jiang Nian.

With a casual flip of his hand, he saw the undergarments. Xue Taihe remained expressionless, but with a flick of his finger, the small piece of fabric landed in his palm. He pinched the fabric between his fingers, gently rubbing it for a moment, then calmly stuffed it into his pocket.

At that moment, Jiang Nian suddenly spoke from the bathroom, "I'm done soaking, come in and take a shower."

Xue Taihe wasn't startled at all. He laughed loudly, feeling as if he and Jiang Nian had entered a long-married couple phase. His wife was calling him to shower together. "Okay, I'm coming."

Jiang Nian, drying her hair with a towel, brushed past Xue Taihe. He kept his head down, the towel obscuring his vision. When he sat down on the sofa in the bedroom, he looked up and met Luo Gaoshan's eyes, which were staring straight at him.

Jiang Nian froze, a chill running down his spine.

But Luo Gaoshan seemed oblivious to how terrifying his actions were. He gently pushed the window open and silently jumped in, his shoes making no sound on the carpet.

He walked naturally to Jiang Nian's side, took the towel, and gently dried her hair.

Luo Gaoshan was very strong; from a distance, it looked as if Jiang Nian was nestled in his arms. As usual, Luo Gaoshan stood guard downstairs. He had also seen the live stream. He understood Jiang Nian's hardships better than anyone else; he didn't understand why she was doing this.

But if Jiang Nian didn't want to do the live stream, then so be it. He could support her from now on.

He paced back and forth downstairs, then saw Xue Taihe's car parked in the complex. A chill ran through him, and he couldn't resist climbing over the wall to Jiang Nian's balcony. He watched everything that followed. At first, this kind of thing caused him heartache, but the intense pain even kept him awake all night, tossing and turning, unable to find peace. Later, he realized that Jiang Nian was still young and it was normal for her to be playful; she just needed to stop doing that when they were together.

However…

“He’s a pervert. You should stay away from him in the future; he’ll hurt you,” Luo Gaoshan warned Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian’s fingers twitched, but he couldn’t say anything in the end. He felt that Luo Gaoshan’s level of perversion was not on the same level as Xue Taihe’s.

Jiang Nian even considered calling the police.

The system sighed and said, "Lock the windows next time, really."

As if seeing something in Jiang Nian's bright eyes, Luo Gaoshan's face twisted into a smile, like a deranged killer on a rainy night declaring to his victim, "Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you."

After saying this, Luo Gaoshan rested his head on Jiang Nian's shoulder, his hot breath hitting Jiang Nian's fair skin through his bathrobe. He spoke in a muffled voice, carrying a pain and pleading he himself didn't know, saying, "Baby, look at me, I can be your dog, I don't have to be anyone else's."

Jiang Nian gently stroked the dejected Luo Gaoshan with his hand. His actions were so tender, but his eyes, hidden by his eyelashes, were calm as still water, without any fluctuation. He comforted her, "I am watching you."

"...It's not like that."

Luo Gaoshan gripped Jiang Nian's hand tightly, looking at the person he loved but couldn't have. But he wasn't exactly a romantic, and he couldn't express the bitterness in his chest. He simply said, "It's not just that. You need to see me."

His image was reflected in those bright, shining eyes.

But his words were shattered by a punch. Neither of them noticed when Xue Taihe came out of the bathroom. Xue Taihe bowed to Jiang Nian, which he felt was the proper thing to do, but he wasn't so lenient with his rival.

He was still wearing his rumpled clothes; Jiang Nianjia hadn't given him any clean clothes or extra bathrobes. His hair was wet and slicked back, soaking through his shirt and revealing his broad forehead and sharp eyebrows. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his fists were clenched, veins bulging. "Who are you?"

Xue Taihe couldn't understand why he had only gone in to take a shower and came out to see a strange man molesting his wife.

He really wanted to break the hands that had touched his wife.

Luo Gaoshan, caught off guard, was punched in the face by Xue Taihe. His face was now grim, as if he could kill Xue Taihe at any moment. He wiped away the blood from his nose, ignoring the pain that radiated from his bones, and stood up.

Neither of them had a good temper; one was a trained fighter, the other a novice. But they both fought with the intention of eliminating one rival, each punch landing with a visceral blow, blood splattering everywhere.

Jiang Nian was initially watching the scene unfold, but when Luo Gaoshan punched Xue Taihe, knocking him down onto the glass table where he kept small items, shattering the glass and scattering the items all over the floor, Jiang Nian began to feel overwhelmed.

As Xue Taihe, struggling against the shards, stood up to continue fighting Luo Gaoshan, Jiang Nian suddenly spoke up, "Stop it, both of you!"

Her tone was serious and displeased.

The two dogs, of different breeds, were being scolded by their owner while biting each other. Immediately, they stood silently, blood streaming down their faces and dripping onto the rug Jiang Nian had painstakingly found. If they had ears, they probably would have drooped down by now.

Jiang Nian offered no words of comfort; he even felt a pang of heartache for his family. He rubbed his forehead, a headache throbbing, and asked, "Xue Taihe, why did you hit me?"

"Wife?!" Xue Taihe exclaimed incredulously. He could ignore his physical injuries, but his wife's favoritism was unbearable. He angrily retorted, "We're not even married yet, and you're already protecting your mistress!"

Jiang Nian didn't understand Xue Taihe's logic, but after a moment's thought, he said seriously, "He and I have known each other for a while, probably longer than you."

Xue Taihe was even more tormented; he was the mistress!

But then again, his ability to surpass her meant this stupid, useless man was incompetent and worthless.

So what if he was a mistress? Even as a mistress, Xue Taihe was convinced he was the most powerful one.

His successful entry into the family proved that.

Xue Taihe's values ​​were warped to an extreme degree.

But before Xue Taihe could utter anything truly shocking, and before Luo Gaoshan could even smirk smugly, Jiang Nian spoke again. He asked Luo Gaoshan, "Why did you hit him so hard?"

Unlike Xue Taihe, who was eloquent, Luo Gaoshan was like an honest man whose wife had cheated on him, afraid she'd leave him because of the infidelity. He lowered his head and admitted, "I won't hit you again."

This time, it was Xue Taihe's turn to feel relieved.

But his joy didn't last long.

Because Jiang Nian frowned and said, "It's not that I don't want you to fight, but look, you've almost destroyed my home."

"What are you fighting about?" "If you want to fight, go outside. Do n't

get in my way."

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