Jiang Cheng quietly withdrew his hand and gave a dry cough.
"Miss Shen, you must be joking."
"What's the big deal? It's not like you haven't touched them before."
Shen Xiyue spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of shyness.
After saying that, she deliberately—or perhaps not so deliberately—glanced at Jiang Ruoxue.
Although they had now tacitly acknowledged each other's existence, that did not mean her desire to become Jiang Cheng's woman ahead of time had weakened.
Besides, occasionally provoking her rival from her previous life was rather entertaining.
Jiang Cheng only felt everyone's gazes falling upon him at once.
There was envy, curiosity, shock, and above all, admiration...
The Police Station officers in particular were no strangers to Shen Xiyue.
The Shen Family's young miss, the Underworld Queen, a woman who moved freely through both the underworld and the legitimate world—yet this thorny rose was actually taking a man's hand and acting intimate with him.
Was this really not an act?
They still remembered the miserable sight of that rich young heir who had drunkenly harassed Miss Shen and gotten his legs broken.
Slander! This was a false accusation!
Jiang Cheng felt miserable. Back then, he had been forced into it, and there had even been clothes in the way. How could that count as touching?
Jiang Ruoxue was already furious, her full, high chest rising and falling.
This woman actually dared provoke her. Unforgivable.
If she had not been trying to maintain the image of a virtuous wife and loving mother before Jiang Cheng, then even if they were allies, she would have cuffed Shen Xiyue and dragged her straight back to the Police Station.
Then she would laugh and flirt with Jiang Cheng right in front of this woman and piss her off to death!
"Miss Shen, please