A fashion queen

"Mo Yunting, what are you trying to do? If you keep this up, I'm going to lose my temper!" Cui Xueying's eyebrows shot up, her beautiful eyes wide open, slightly reddened, clearly furious. She couldn't understand what was wrong with this man. He had just returned home like a hungry wolf, eager to make love with her.

Seeing this, Mo Yunting quickly put on a flattering smile and said softly: "Oh, my dear wife, please don't be angry. It's all my fault. I apologize to you." As he said that, he reached out and tried to grab Cui Xueying's arm, but Cui Xueying reacted very quickly and cleverly avoided his pull by turning sideways.

"Stop it! Tell me the truth, what happened to you today?" Cui Xueying didn't buy his nonsense. At this moment, she just wanted to find out the reason behind Mo Yunting's abnormal behavior.

Seeing he couldn't avoid it, Mo Yunting sighed helplessly and explained with a forced smile, "Ah, do I even need to ask? It's because you were having such a great time chatting with that woman you just met for the first time that you even forgot about going home. I'm so jealous."

Hearing this, Cui Xueying felt as if struck by lightning. She froze in place, her heart filled with an indescribable feeling of speechlessness. She could never have imagined that the renowned director Mo Yunting would become so jealous over such a trivial matter. Even more incomprehensible was his reaction to be so exaggerated and unreasonable!

Cui Xueying's eyes widened as she said in disbelief, "I was just chatting with someone casually for a few minutes. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

At that moment, Mo Yunting's thick, inky black eyebrows were tightly knitted together, their center deeply sunken, forming the shape of a typical Chinese character "川". His handsome face, brimming with suspicion and distrust, seemed covered in frost as he stared intently at Cui Xueying, his gaze so sharp it seemed to penetrate her body and read her innermost thoughts.

Mo Yunting's voice was cold and low, with a questioning tone that was not concealed: "But you have been talking to her for too long, so long that I can't help but wonder if you are going to leave with her soon!"

Faced with Mo Yunting's aggressive and relentless questioning, Cui Xueying felt helpless and could only sigh softly. She shook her head slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with grievance and anger, and explained softly, "Oh, please, can you please think about it? She's a girl, not a man. Do you think you'd get jealous if I said a few more words to another girl? You're so unreasonable! You're so petty!"

When Mo Yunting heard Cui Xueying's slightly complaining words, his facial lines, which were originally as tense as rock, finally relaxed a little.

Although his facial muscles were no longer as tense and rigid as they had been at first, a faint flicker of anxiety and worry still lingered in his eyes. At this moment, he clenched his teeth and once again issued an order in that unquestionable, firm tone: "No matter what, from now on, you must not get this close to her again. You must etch this deeply into my mind! Do you understand?"

"You..." Cui Xueying was so angry that she turned around and was about to leave without saying a word. But unexpectedly, Mo Yunting suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly. In a tone that was both gentle and domineering, he said, "I'm sorry, my dear, it's not that I mean to be so cruel to you. It's because I'm extremely afraid of losing you."

Cui Xueying desperately twisted her body, trying to break free from his embrace, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the iron-like grip. Finally, she could only say helplessly, "Are you hiding something important from me? I've never seen you stop anyone from approaching me before! Could it be that there's some hidden secret about that woman's identity?" Suddenly, she recalled his unusual behavior today, and a strong sense of doubt welled up in her heart - he wasn't like this before!