Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Ruan Qi was no stranger to the world, but even he couldn't help but shiver in front of Lu Fang. He looked at Lu Fang with neither servility nor arrogance: "It was the master who asked me to send him back."

He looked at Su Nanqin, his eyes almost overflowing with love.

Hearing the other person address him as "Mr." so intimately, Lu Fang was so angry that his insides felt like they were on fire.

His face turned cold: "We don't need you here. Go back."

This was almost the last thing he could say that allowed everyone to remain dignified while maintaining his composure.

If he continued talking, he might beat the other person up first, and then teach Su Nanqin a lesson.

Ruan Qi looked at him, thought for a moment, and then said, "I was summoned by the master, you have no right to tell me to go back."

He thought Lu Fang was just jealous; he'd seen plenty of people like that after staying by his husband's side for so many years.

In the end, it's still the gentleman who decides; the more you make a fuss, the more annoyed he becomes.

His ability to know when to advance and retreat, and his refusal to cause trouble, are the reasons why he has been able to stay by his husband's side for so many years.

Lu Fa's forehead veins were practically bulging as he turned and helped Su Nanqin to sit down on the sofa.

Then, looking at Ruan Qi, he said, "What a fine gentleman you've summoned. I was just about to ask you something too."

Unable to contain his rage any longer, he went straight to the kitchen and fetched a bucket of ice water.

Without even thinking, Lu Fang walked up to Su Nanqin, who was completely drunk at the time, and poured the liquid over his face.

"Splash..." A bucket of water almost poured over Su Nanqin's head.

"Ah~" Su Nanqin shivered from the cold and curled up involuntarily, unable to help but cry out.

Ruan Qi stood there dumbfounded for a long time, unable to come to his senses. He hadn't expected the other person to be so crazy.

In the past, he had seen fights, but at most they were infighting among themselves. No one had ever dared to act arrogantly in front of the teacher, since it was practically tantamount to courting death.

Ruan Qi rushed to Su Nanqin almost all at once.

Looking at Lu Fang, she said, "Are you crazy?"

Then she asked anxiously, "Sir... how is it?"

Looking at the concern and undisguised adoration in the other person's eyes, Lu Fang felt his eyes burning with desire.

He could tell that this man was clearly different from the one called Brother Nan from last time.

The last one was clearly trying to flatter, but this one is genuinely in love with Su Nanqin.

But Su Nanqin called him Ruan Qi...

What exactly is their relationship? Are they already...?

How many such "lovers" does Su Nanqin actually have?

He couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing Su Nanqin by the collar to force him to wake up: "Su Nanqin, you fucking wake up!"

Su Nanqin was very upset today and drank almost all the strongest liquors in the bar, which Ruan Qi couldn't stop him from doing.

My stomach was churning, and then I was doused with cold water, and my consciousness gradually returned.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Lu Fang's face, which was wide with anger.

He thought he was dreaming, reached out and poked the other person's cheek, unusually brazen in front of Lu Fang: "Hehe... Lu Fang, why are you yelling at me again... Do you know how often you yell at me...?"

"Slap!" Before Su Nanqin could finish speaking, he received a solid slap on the face.

A sharp "smack" echoed in the large first-floor living room, startling Ruan Qi. He had never seen anyone dare to hit his teacher.

Ruan Qi opened his eyes wide again, looking at Lu Fang in disbelief.

Su Nanqin had never been hit before, and the burning pain on his face brought him back to his senses.

He covered half of his cheek with one hand, looked up at Lu Fang, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.

It was both aggrieved and painful.

Lu Fang looked down at him, his tone icy: "Are you awake?"

Su Nanqin felt terrible; his stomach was churning with pain, and the cold water made him shiver. Half of his cheek was also slapped and quickly became red and swollen.

Su Nanqin was like a flower on a high mountain, almost always pampered and adored, and had never been so embarrassed before.

Lu Fang looked at him, completely ignoring Su Nanqin's disheveled state. He was furious and ordered, "Now that you're sober, explain yourself properly."

Su Nanqin looked at Lu Fang. He knew Lu Fang was a despicable person. He didn't celebrate his birthday, was mean to him, and even hit him. Now he didn't care about him at all.

He sat on the sofa, glanced at Ruan Qi almost without hesitation, and ordered, "You can go back now."

Su Nanqin treated others completely differently than Lu Fang, always speaking to them in a condescending tone.

Ruan Qi looked at Su Nanqin in disbelief, wanting to retort, "Sir..."

Su Nanqin turned and glanced at him: "Go back."

Ruan Qi opened his mouth as if to say something, then looked at Lu Fang incredulously before finally lowering his head: "Yes, sir."

Lu Fang stared coldly at the two of them, his fist clenching and unclenching, his face frighteningly grim.

Ruan Qi turned and left. Lu Fang looked down at Su Nanqin: "Getting more and more capable. How many times has this happened? Hmm?"

Su Nanqin was drenched in water, and his face stung with pain.

Long-term insomnia caused damage to Su Nanqin's gastric mucosa. The doctor advised against drinking alcohol. Now that he was sober, he felt excruciating pain and unconsciously bent over to cover his stomach.

Fine beads of cold sweat mingled with the cool water Lu Fang poured on his forehead, making it difficult to distinguish between sweat and water.

Su Nanqin's face, which was already fair, looked even paler now.

Seeing that he was clutching his stomach and keeping his head down without saying a word, Lu Fang assumed that the other person was pretending to be pitiful again.

He looked at Su Nanqin coldly: "Stop pretending."

Su Nanqin felt dizzy and disoriented. The pain in her stomach caused a wave of vertigo. She could hear every word Lu Fang said, but she couldn't understand them when they were put together.

A sharp pain shot through him, and his face, which had been flushed from drinking, turned deathly pale. Su Nanqin struggled to tilt his head back and look at Lu Fang.

Even though her face was pale, the half of her cheek that Lu Fang had just slapped was still swollen and red. It has to be said that Su Nanqin was really too delicate, delicate from the inside out.

Lu Fang was furious, but he held back. If Lu Fang had gone all out, Su Nanqin would probably have been knocked down on the spot.

He looked down at Su Nanqin, trying to see what kind of trick the other party was planning to play this time.

"Things shouldn't happen more than three times. This isn't the first or second time Su Nanqin has done this," Lu Fang said in a deep voice, "Speak!"

Su Nanqin could barely speak, but he still heard clearly that Mingming was the one who was most wronged, yet now he was the one who had to explain.

Su Nanqin's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly. He tilted his head back, trying to hold them back, and then managed to ask, "What did you say?"

He was asking a question he already knew the answer to. Lu Fang got angry just looking at him.

He grabbed Su Nanqin by the collar, looked down at him, and said fiercely:

"Su Nanqin! I've realized you really need a lesson. Do I have to teach you what you absolutely can't do before you'll learn your lesson? Hmm?"