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Tang Yijue's words caused the air in the kitchen to become thinner and colder to the extreme.

Han Zhi gripped her hands tightly as her face radiated anger. "Tang, what do you want her to do if she returns?"

How could he say that he was going to get married without a care for her feelings?

"Shut up!" Tang Yijue's jade-like face was suffused with a layer of anger. His eyes that were as deep as obsidian were incomparably dark and gloomy, while his voice was extremely cold. What does she have to do with me? "

Where did he get the interest to care about women other than his own wife? This was impossible.

"You …" Han Zhi was momentarily stunned when he saw his extremely cold eyes.

He hadn't thought that the brotherly love he had grown up in would one day make Tang YiJue be so cold to him because of a woman.

His attitude toward him caused his impression of Fu Xingchen to plummet.

Han Zhi took a deep breath and slowly calmed the strange feeling in his heart. He thought that the woman Fu Xingchen must have had some tricks up his sleeves to make him, an unfathomably deep and small boy, irrational.

He shouldn't have vented his anger on the Don. Wasn't this spoiling his relationship with him?

Thinking of this, his impression of Fu Xingchen changed from repulsion to disgust.

"Tang," Han Zhi let out a breath, looking at Tang Yijue's dark eyes, "Sorry, I was too extreme just now."

Tang Yijue wasn't someone to be trifled with. His face looked much better when he saw this, but his tone was as cold as ever.

"Don't tie her up with me anymore. I'm already married."

Han Zhi suppressed the anger in his heart and tried his best to direct it onto Fu Xingchen, preventing himself from getting angry at Tang Yijue.

However, he could not help but ask, "Are you afraid that Fu Xingchen will misunderstand?"

There was a trace of mockery in his tone.

Hearing this, Tang Yijue's lips curved up in a sneer, but his voice carried a trace of undetectable happiness.

"She won't."

Han Zhi's hands tightened, but he managed to loosen his grip. With great difficulty, he smiled and said, "That would be for the best."

Hearing his unkind words, Tang Yijue frowned. He gave Han Zhi a deep look and warned, "Don't take your eyes off my wife."

Then, he stopped talking and turned around to open the refrigerator.

Han Zhi was still angry after hearing these warning words. He was simply burning with anger, but he could only endure it.

He turned on the faucet, cupped the water with both hands, lowered his head, and splashed it onto his face. The cold water made his anger subside quite a bit.

Then he wiped the water off his face with his sleeve and started to help Tang YiJue.

Han Zhi actually didn't know how to cook. At most, she could cook with an electric cooker and make some noodles. As for the reason why he volunteered to cook just now was because he didn't want to say anything to Fu Xingchen, who was carrying the name of Tang Yijie's wife.

Tang Yijie had always been self-reliant since he was young, but Han Qian did not dare to be interested in this aspect, so her culinary skills were inferior to Chef Tang's. He could only silently act as an assistant and fill in the hole that he had dug.

Not long after, Shadowgale Song also came in to help. As for the three women outside, they knew very well that they wouldn't offend anyone if they went in, let alone if they couldn't see anything.

The women in the living room had different expressions as they looked at the three men entering and exiting the kitchen.

Shen Xiaoxi's heart leaped as he clutched Fu Xingchen's arm and whispered, "Heavens, Prince Tang actually knows how to cook. It's my honor."