Tang Wansu's eyes flashed with obvious fear at the mention of Xuan Zhe's name. Wen Shuang did not need to know much to guess that Xuan Zhe normally showed this woman no respect.
"Fine!" Tang Wansu nodded resentfully and pointed at Wen Shuang. "You've got some nerve."
Wen Shuang smiled modestly. "Not really."
Not long after Tang Wansu left, Xuan Zhe returned. Wen Shuang heard the door opening at the entrance, but he was busy finishing the last mouthful of soup and did not get up. Who would have thought the man would stride over, snatch away his soup bowl, carry him to the floor, and inspect him from head to toe several times over?
"I'm fine." Wen Shuang swallowed the bits of meat in his mouth. "This is my territory. I wouldn't let anyone bully me."
What a bold claim. Clear Day Manor had somehow become his territory. Anyone else would have found it laughable, but Xuan Zhe let out a heavy sigh of relief instead. He found the words especially pleasing coming from Wen Shuang. As long as he knew how not to get bullied and protect himself, that was enough. Xuan Zhe pulled Wen Shuang into his arms and instructed in a deep voice, "Next time, have security throw them out directly. If they beat them to death, it's on me."
Wen Shuang held back a laugh. "Mm!"
Xuan Zhe waited for quite a while, yet Wen Shuang never asked him anything—such as what exactly was going on with Tang Wansu, or what things were like within the Xuan Household. The young man stood in the kitchen washing dishes. From Xuan Zhe's angle, Wen Shuang's profile possessed a fragile, crystalline delicacy, much like the man himself. It seemed that from the first day he had confirmed his