Wasn't This Just Messing with His Head, Tormenting Him to Death?! (Please Subscribe and Vote!)

"Pan Chengwu, what the hell do you mean?"

Wei Mingde caught up with Pan Chengwu, who had left ahead of him, and clamped down on his arm. The fury in his aging eyes nearly spilled out of their sockets.

Treating an illness? Was the illness that my hair was too black, so you had Li Chen prescribe a couple of remedies to turn it lush green?

You got stuck wearing a cuckold's green hat, and now you just have to put one on me too?

He was the dignified family head. How was he supposed to face his clansmen after this?

Pan Chengwu said nothing. He merely gazed at Wei Mingde with regret and shook his head.

"Fucking say something."

With his masculine pride wounded, Wei Mingde's face was practically twisted out of shape.

Yet he did not dare shout and disturb Li Chen. He barely squeezed those words out between his teeth.

He spoke in a voice only he and Pan Chengwu could hear.

In other words, he delivered the harshest words at the lowest volume.

At this moment, he was no family head, but a spineless man forced to watch his wife put a cuckold's hat on him while he swallowed his anger.

How could he not know what kind of man Li Chen was?

He knew better than anyone what was about to happen!

"Heh, family head, what's gotten into you? You're always so mature and steady when handling things. You're no spring chicken anymore, so why can't you take it in stride?"

Smiling, Pan Chengwu gently patted the hand gripping him and continued with an air of earnest persuasion, "You have to put the bigger picture first. The bigger picture!"

"You-"

Wei Mingde wanted to lash out again, but those words sounded unbearably familiar.

Wasn't that