Jing Yiran laughed loudly, imagining Jing Yichen's fury.
Anything that made Jing Yichen unhappy, gave Jing Yiran immense happiness.
Shangguan Ning knew that this man was psychotic. She tried to keep away from him but when he tried to run his fingers through her hair, she hit him with the only weapon she had, at her disposal – the bunch of flowers.
Jing Yiran felt the thorns grazing against his skin and saw blood oozing out. His eyes were full of anger and hatred. He held Shangguan Ning's wrists tightly and said, "Don't think that I can't touch you. Jing Yichen can't protect you all the time. You're not that important to him. Besides, his old love is back in the city and he is busy busy flirting with her. Spend the night with me, otherwise Liyu Science & Technology will be bankrupt by tomorrow!"
He had just finished his sentence when a fist hit him on his face. The violent blow made blood gush out of the corner of his mouth. He staggered and fell to the ground.
