Liu Yuyang was a bit depressed. The beautiful woman he had admired for years, whom he once thought was his destined wife, was flirting with another man right now. How could he remain calm? The fact that she pinched his hip clearly showed that their relationship was very close; even if Li Yan might have said this on purpose to provoke him, Yurong's reaction didn't seem like scolding—it was more like embarrassment...
"Ahem... ahem!"
He had no choice but to clear his throat to remind Li Yan not to go too far.
Li Yan seemed to remember his presence and continued speaking to Yurong with a hint of resentment: "I'll behave right away. If you want to pinch, go ahead..."
Saying this, he turned his head and said to Liu Yuyang with a stern face: "Comrade Liu Yuyang, I thought you had good intentions. My Yurong wasn't comfortable accepting your questionable ring, and she might consider accepting the box as a gesture, as if accepting a gift. But you're too unscrupulous; take it back!"
