Ye Shaoxuan spoke while glaring fiercely at the servants secretly peeking in their direction. He shifted his body, blocking their view of Su Qiao.
Su Qiao blinked, then suddenly pouted, looking extremely hurt. "Weren't you the one who said I looked good in anything?"
"You've changed your heart. You don't love me anymore. You stinking man, I knew it—there isn't a single reliable man in this world. You heartless ingrate, you good-for-nothing..."
Ye Shaoxuan's scalp went numb. He quickly looked left and right before covering her mouth.
When had he ever said anything like, "You look good in anything you wear"?
And why was she pulling the old trick of crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself again?
Couldn't she try something else?
This brat couldn't have deliberately wanted to make him embarrass himself at the banquet today, could she?
He didn't think he had offended her before. He had even kindly sent people to gather all those strange medicinal herbs she wanted.
"Good-looking, good-looking. Is that enough?"
Su Qiao yanked his hand down and complained, still refusing to let the matter go. "What kind of tone is that? You're just brushing me off."
"I..." Ye Shaoxuan was completely worn down by her.
He couldn't do this, and he couldn't do that. Why were women so troublesome?
And yet, he truly had no way to deal with her.
He couldn't bring himself to scold her, much less hit her.
As long as she stayed well and didn't get angry or throw a tantrum at him, he was already thanking the heavens.
"I genuinely think you look especially beautiful today. It's just that the weather is a little cold, and you'll catch a chill dressed like this. Aren't you still not fully recovered? You'd better wear a little more."