Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 67 Do you hate me? Misunderstanding Sister Wu?

Jiang Liwu was puzzled by the lack of response from the man. She knew that Shang Tingyan was a beast in human clothing, as ruthless as a wolf. If she took the initiative even slightly, he would want to use all his strength to tear her apart, chew her up, and swallow her whole.

Jiang Liwu's black pearl-like eyes gradually cleared, and after realizing something, panic flashed in her eyes. The next second, she suddenly pushed the person away.

Unaware, Shang Tingyan took a few steps back, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

"Sorry." Jiang Liwu rubbed her forehead. "I was still half asleep." She hadn't slept for very long but felt groggy, probably due to lack of sleep.

Shang Tingyan didn't know what he had done wrong, and his expression was momentarily stunned, but he could feel Jiang Liwu's indifference and even rejection towards him, as if the person who had just hugged and kissed him was not her.

Clenching his fist, Shang Tingyan calmed down, his expression remaining unchanged, still handsome, noble, profound, and elegant, seemingly unconcerned. "It's nothing."

Whether out of fear of embarrassment or something else, Shang Tingyan said in a seemingly relaxed tone, "I'm a man, so girls are at a disadvantage in this regard."

Jiang Liwu turned her head to the side, bit her lip, and looked somewhat annoyed. Jiang Liwu, you're strangers now!

The air around Zhou Zai seemed to freeze, and Shang Tingyan's burning skin gradually cooled down.

Both of them remained in the same position: one stood still, and the other sat without turning around.

Unable to see Jiang Liwu's expression, but able to sense the distance she created, Shang Tingyan finally spoke in a deep voice after a long while, "Do you...hate me?"

After a moment of surprise, Jiang Liwu immediately retorted, "No, I don't." How could she possibly dislike Shang Tingyan?

Seeing the genuine seriousness in Jiang Liwu's eyes, Shang Tingyan gave a low, mellow "hmm."

"I see you haven't rested well, do you want to go to your room to sleep?"

"Okay," Jiang Liwu replied, then quickly got up to find her room.

She walked away in such a hurry that it didn't seem like she was growing distant, but rather like she was shy.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Shang Tingyan's eyelashes concealed the thick tears welling up in his eyes. Now that no one was around, he raised his hand and touched his face, where a faint trace of something still lingered.

The faint echo of that word, "Boyfriend," still lingered in his ears. Thinking of it, Shang Tingyan read it aloud, word by word. Perhaps he himself didn't realize that his tone carried the feeling of his soul being drawn, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, like a pine tree welcoming spring.

……

After Yan Wenyu fell ill, Xiang Rui immediately changed his hotel and booked a new room for him.

Xiang Rui waited anxiously outside the bathroom, because Yan Wenyu had locked himself in the bathroom for a long time.

Water was seeping out continuously from the cracks in the door.

Unable to resist, Xiang Rui knocked on the bathroom door, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, how are you?"

However, no response was received.

Every possible source of water in the bathroom was running, the gushing water seemingly trying to wash away all the filth.

Yan Wenyu's pale fingers gripped the edge of the sink tightly, his veins bulging with strength. Due to his emotional agitation, his entire body was covered with a painful, sensitive blush.

A strong sense of nausea crept up every inch of Yan Wenyu's skin and throat. He gritted his teeth and kept retching, large drops of sweat falling from his forehead, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Wenyu hunched over, every vertebra trembling, and swept everything in sight to the ground, roaring angrily, "Disgusting, disgusting, so disgusting, so dirty, so dirty."

He stepped into the bathtub, and the water poured out with a splashing sound.

Yan Wenyu scratched his skin with his hands, leaving conspicuous and glaring red marks. He slammed his fist against the water's surface, and after venting all his strength, he sank into the water, letting the clear water engulf his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth. His black hair swayed in the water. Yan Wenyu remained silent as if he were lifeless, and even though he was suffocating, he did not sit up.

Only in the water could he regain his senses and gradually suppress his condition.

When Yan Wenyu came out, the water had already flooded every corner of the room.

Xiang Rui wrapped him in a spotless bathrobe, and looked at the red marks on Yan Wenyu's body caused by fingernails. Her eyes filled with heartache. "Brother Yu." If only doctors could cure this disease, but it's not just misogyny or obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's more of a psychological and mental illness, and it has only gotten worse over the years.

If the wounds of the heart and the devastation of the spirit cannot be healed, then this illness will never end.

This room was obviously no longer suitable, as Xiang Rui had already booked another suite.

In addition to the hotel staff cleaning, their own people did a deep cleaning and then sprayed a pure and pleasant white floral fragrance, which made Yan Wenyu's pale and unsightly complexion improve slightly.

He lay back in the chair, his hair still damp, his eyelids drooping, his expression weary, his eyes icy and tired.

"Caught it?"

Xiang Rui poured him a glass of water, then took a dry towel to dry his hair. "We caught her, but we didn't expect she was one of Mr. Shang's people. Mr. Shang protected her."

"Shang Tingyan?" Yan Wenyu's annoyed voice held a hint of surprise, and he chuckled softly.

"However, I managed to get a picture of that little brat's face this time. I believe she won't dare to make any rash moves in the future. Mr. Shang can protect her for a while, but he can't protect her forever."

"Brother Yu, you'd be shocked if you knew what that paparazzi's private photos looked like. Do you want to see them?" Xiang Rui took out his phone and brought up the photo album. Because he had taken quite a few photos, the album now filled the entire screen.

Yan Wenyu had absolutely no interest in paparazzi or stalker fans; he felt nothing but endless disgust and annoyance. Without even looking at the phone, he slapped it away.

Xiang Rui frantically tossed his phone around a few times before finally managing to hold it steady. He looked at the incomparably handsome face in the photo album and shook his head repeatedly. "What a pity." How could such a beautiful face be on someone as ugly as a rat in a sewer?

Just then, his phone kept beeping with message notifications. Xiang Rui subconsciously clicked on one and found that the group chat was very active.

They were all tagging one person, and that was Sister Mist.

Xiang Rui carefully maintained his relationship with this unexpected windfall, keeping it close.

Seeing the words "Sister Wu" flooding the screen, Xiang Rui suddenly thought of the word "misunderstanding," since they sound the same.

He inexplicably recalled the misunderstanding the paparazzi had told him when he tried to prove his innocence, and his heart skipped a beat.

Could the misunderstanding she mentioned be about Sister Wu?