Ye Chen pulled Su Ningwei, the girl who loved him wholeheartedly, tightly into his arms. His heart felt warm, filled with emotion.
Being able to marry a wife like Su Ningwei truly meant he had been blessed for three lifetimes.
Ye Chen gently patted Su Ningwei's back and answered tenderly, "Silly, how could this possibly be your fault? You're already wonderful. I'm the one who wasn't good enough—it was my fault. I was too careless and shouldn't have drunk that drugged glass of wine. If I hadn't met you, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
"It's not your fault. I know you only wanted to sell jewelry to earn money for medical expenses. Fei Fei and whoever released that photo are the truly awful ones. Ah Chen, from now on, I'll protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you in any way. I'll have someone deal with all of them later and make sure they keep their mouths shut forever." Nestled in Ye Chen's arms, Su Ningwei spoke the harshest words in the gentlest voice.
Ye Chen's brow arched slightly, and he felt incredibly pleased.
His wife was so cool!
Whether he needed it or not, being protected by someone felt so good.
Ye Chen smiled. "All right, but the company should handle this little bit of dirt just fine. You don't need to worry too much. As long as you believe me, I can take care of it."
"Mm, of course I believe you. Back then, so many young and pretty girls chased after you, and quite a few of them were rich, beautiful heiresses. You never fell for any of them, so how could you possibly do that sort of thing with that fat, ugly old rich woman over such a little bit of money?" Su Ningwei replied.