CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: THE PRIVILEGE TO BE JEALOUS

Seeing Wen Shu’s face in confusion, she looked over at him, her crystal-clear eyes solely focused on him.

Craig’s hand gripping the edge of the table quietly relaxed a bit.

But in the next second, when he saw Wen Shu’s males taking a protective pose to shield her behind them, the veins on the back of his hand suddenly bulged.

"Shameless, completely unrestrained!"

Craig suddenly stood up; the harsh sound of the chair being knocked over quickly attracted everyone’s attention at the dining table.

Bai Rong’s kids, seeing his reddened eyes and furious look, were all dumbfounded.

They had interacted with Craig quite a lot, and even in the most out-of-control situations, they had never seen such an expression on his serious, aloof face.

They looked at each other, with all sorts of guesses popping into their minds. Is it because he loves Qiaoqiao too much? Or is it...

Noticing their thoughtful gazes, Craig tightened his fists and realized his loss of control.

He straightened his lips, suppressing the odd sensation in his heart, and with an appearance of being eager to defend his wife, he sternly accused, "Qiaoqiao lost her offspring because of you, and as her sister, not only are you not ashamed, but you still have the mind to..."

His severe gaze swept over Mious and Nan one by one.

The jealousy raging in his heart, when looking at Wen Shu, seemed to find an outlet, and he sarcastically said in a deep voice, "Well, you’re not like Qiaoqiao with a high pregnancy value, you only have 1% pregnancy value, if a male is willing to sleep with you, of course you should seize the opportunity."

The malicious words instantly froze the atmosphere at the dining table.

Unreasonably insulted, Wen Shu frowned slightly, feeling disgusted by his words, and looked coldly at Craig, not understanding what kind of wind he was blowing.

Mious and Nan’s faces were even more grim, they stood in front of Wen Shu in a battle-ready stance, their backs tense, with eyes full of simmering intent to kill, staring at Craig.

Bai Yan, who had known Craig for years, had never seen him target anyone like this. Even if there was cause, speaking to his sister like that was truly excessive!

Moreover, yesterday was just a misunderstanding!

His face looked a little unsightly as he spoke up for justice, "Craig, be careful with your words! Yesterday was just a misunderstanding, and wasn’t it you who dug out that bag of Crystal Coins?"

The words Bai Yan wanted to say were preempted by him, making Wen Shu relax her brow.

Meanwhile, Craig, who was being stared at by her, slightly curled his tight lips, and replied coldly to Bai Yan, "Yes, but how does she explain that clip? And..."

He fixed his gaze on Wen Shu, then moved it to Bai Yan’s face, "Would Qiaoqiao lie? Bai Yan, don’t forget who your real family is, who grew up alongside you."

After speaking, he stepped away from the dining table, and as he passed Mious and Nan, facing their murderous gazes, he spoke in a deep voice, "You are considered outstanding among males, yet you chose such a vicious female..."

Before he finished his words, Mious, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his collar, while Nan, beside him, quickly wrapped his arm around Wen Shu, trying to take her away from the center of the conflict.

"Mious, wait."

Seeing them about to start a fight, Wen Shu hurriedly stopped them, making Mious pause and look at her in confusion.

Upon hearing her voice, Craig’s heart skipped a beat, and the anger raging within him sparked a hint of inexplicable anticipation.

"There’s no need to waste time on him."

Wen Shu swept her gaze over Craig, whose face looked unpleasant; she also wanted to punch him, but more than that, she was concerned about Bai Qiao’s condition.

Yesterday, she hadn’t finished healing Bai Qiao before being pushed away. The limitations of females’ abilities in this world likely made Bai Qiao still very weak.

If tonight she insists on attending the banquet to please Bai Rong, it might only make things worse.

Wen Shu looked at Bai Yan, who had a worried face, and as she softly touched his head for comfort, she said, "I’m fine. Take me to check on Bai Qiao."

Feeling the gentle touch on his head, Bai Yan’s heart beat chaotically. As she was about to pull her hand back, he somehow gained the courage to grab it.

"Okay." He feigned composure and turned his face away, feeling the soft warmth within his palm, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

Suddenly being held, Wen Shu was stunned for a moment, but before she could question it, the tall, handsome brown-haired boy was already leading her quickly upstairs.

"Sister, I believe you." Bai Yan’s face was flushed red. Afraid of being found out, he tried to relax his tense voice and whispered, "I heard that guard yesterday even wanted to silence you, good thing you weren’t hurt."

Hearing his words of comfort, Wen Shu lifted her head slightly, looking at the stubborn cowlick on top of his head, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart.

Keeping close to her side, Nan glanced at their clasped hands, his eyes turned colder. His eyes swept past the wide-open window next to him; he raised his hand and suddenly rubbed his own eye hard, "Ow!"

Hearing the cry of pain, Wen Shu turned her head to look at Nan.

She saw him clutching his left eye, his nose slightly wrinkled, and his light-yellow eye was misty, looking at her pitifully, making her heart tighten involuntarily.

She released Bai Yan’s hand and worriedly stood on her tiptoes, "What’s wrong?"

"Ow," Nan slowly lowered his hand, revealing the slightly reddened eye, murmuring with a nasal tone, "It’s nothing, just grazed my eye..."

Seeing his condition clearly, Wen Shu moved closer in concern and scolded him gently, "It’s already bloodshot, and you say it’s nothing?"

She activated her superpower, her fingers flickering with white light gently brushed across his eyes, watching as the red faded away, she wiped his tears from the corner of his eye tenderly, "Be careful next time..."

As she finished speaking, her descending hand was grasped tightly. She looked up in surprise and was met by a pair of eyes filled with warmth.

Her lips seemed to brush against a light, soft feather, leaving a tickling sensation that made her heart race.

Wen Shu’s pupils trembled; before she knew it, she found herself embraced by Nan.

"Ashu," the arm on her back slowly tightened, and the male, showing great restraint, buried his face into her neck, whispered, "Am I now someone who can be jealous?"

The tender tone softly echoed in her ear, carrying a hint of tentative sadness.

Wen Shu’s long lashes lowered, feeling somewhat complicated. She gently lifted her arm that hung by her side but hesitated to act.

She had to admit she was always wary of Nan’s ability.

However, recalling the words he spoke and the promises he made during their intimacy last night, her heart felt an indescribable sense of sourness.

What on earth had he gone through, that her healing made him see her as "everything"?

Wen Shu remained silent, but gently, she tightened her embrace around Nan’s waist.

Feeling the pressure at his waist, Nan cast a faint glance at Bai Yan’s warning gaze and suddenly froze.

His brows lowered, and the disbelief in his heart instantly transformed into an overwhelming joy that threatened to burst from his chest, "Ashu..."

The trembling voice revealed the delight that had nowhere to hide.

Nan slowed his breathing, as if afraid of shattering the dream, refraining from the impulse to lift Wen Shu into his arms, his eyes turned a shade of red, and he muttered in a daze, "You..."

Hearing his hoarse voice, it was as if he suddenly awoke from a dream, timidly swallowing his words back.

Afraid that if he asked, the defensive female would retract this brief moment of intimacy.

But the next moment, a fragrant scent surged into his nose, and a warmth pressed against his cheek, leaving him stunned briefly.

He saw the female raise her eyes gently, with a delectable softness flickering in her crystal-clear eyes, "Let’s go, Nan."

With his hand grasped tightly, Nan followed closely, dazedly watching her graceful silhouette.

Even if it’s just sympathy...

As long as I can stay by her side, that’s enough...

Bai Qiao’s room was located at the innermost side on the first floor.

When Wen Shu followed Bai Yan into the room, Bai Qiao was nestled in the soft chair by the windowsill, sadly gazing at the withered flowers in the backyard.

Seeing her haggard face, Bai Yan leaned in with some concern, "Sister, are you alright?"

Upon hearing his voice, Bai Qiao’s eyes moved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, but seeing Wen Shu, intense hatred surged in her eyes.

"Who allowed you to come in!"