Putting on a Show

Given Zhang Tie's personality, if he ran into something like this, he would never step in for no reason, much less let some woman he did not know lead him around by the nose with just a few words. Zhang Tie was about to explain when one of the approaching men—a man who looked like some sort of elite, impeccably dressed but with an ashen face—pointed at Zhang Tie and spoke.

"Nana, who is this brat whose feathers haven't even filled out yet? Are you hiding from me because of him?"

"This is my husband. I just like tender young men like him. What business is it of yours?" Nana raised her chin and shot the man a disdainful glance.

The man stared fixedly at Nana, then suddenly smiled. "I know. You're deliberately trying to make me angry again, aren't you? You're still as childish as ever. How could you possibly like some pretty boy like this?"

Damn it, just because I'm not talking doesn't mean you can treat me like a wax figure on display, Zhang Tie cursed inwardly. Without hesitation, one large hand wrapped around Nana's slender waist and pulled her into his embrace. He planted a hard kiss on her cheek, then looked provocatively at the man.

"Baby, who's this guy? He talks like an old man, nagging on and on. How come I've never heard you mention him before? All you ever do is ride that Red Hare around everywhere. You didn't even tell me something this important."

A flicker of surprise and slight embarrassment flashed through Nana's eyes, and then she smiled.

"Sorry, hubby. I just didn't want you to worry! I won't dare do it again..."

Smack! Zhang Tie gave the girl's pert butt a light but audible slap, putting on an angry, coarse