Beauty Young Master remembered. She really remembered me.
That was the joy in Tang San's heart when he heard Xiao Mei say those words.
However, although Beauty Young Master's voice remained pleasant when she spoke, it was very detached.
Her face was expressionless, and she even showed disgust and impatience.
She was completely different from how she had been while walking with Long Yuan just now.
Like an entirely different person.
"You... you two are married?"
An awkward expression appeared on Tang San's face. After holding it in for a long time, he finally forced out those words.
"Yes, we're married. So what? And I'm carrying my husband's baby!"
As Xiao Mei spoke, she reached out and hooked her arm around Long Yuan's, resting her head against his shoulder.
A blissful, captivating smile appeared on her face.
That smile bloomed for Long Yuan alone.
But when she looked at Tang San, the smile immediately faded.
Then, arm in arm with Long Yuan, she headed out of the square.
"You... you can't marry him, much less have his child!"
Tang San clenched his fists tightly. He had been so enraged that he lost his head.
He actually said something like that.
He had held those words in for a long time.
Now, he roared them out in a heart-wrenching cry.
No matter what major events he encountered, he could usually remain calm and wise.
But whenever he saw Beauty Young Master, that wisdom was completely shattered.
"Are you sick or something?"
Long Yuan and Beauty Young Master stopped in their tracks, stunned where they stood.
Beauty Young Master looked at Tang San and angrily rebuked him.
"Husband, let's go!"
Then she took Long Yuan's hand and headed out of the square.
Long Yuan turned his head to glance at Tang San,