Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“Young master You, let it go!” Someone stepped in to mediate, worried that if it continued, things couldn’t be salvaged.

“Get lost.” he snapped.

In his fury, anger filled his heart, and his peripheral vision caught the glass shards on the floor. A rush of heat went to his head, and crawling over, he grabbed the shards, lunging them towards Shen Shuci…

Huo Ran only thought of venting his anger, never imagining it would escalate to this.

Under the refracted light, the shard’s edges reflected a piercing glare, aiming straight for Shen Shuci.

The sharp edges promised certain bleeding upon contact.

Watching the glass cut towards Shen Shuci, an unimaginable silence covered the entire room…

The shard aimed straight at her neck, but Shen Shuci leaned slightly backward, instantly grabbing his wrist.

A tug and a hold.

A chilling sensation swept up everyone’s spine, holding their breath without daring to blink, a mere moment…

Accompanied by a tragic cry of a bone fracture, the shard had changed hands.

Poised right against that young master You’s throat!

His scream was choked silent, not daring to breathe openly, the shard’s sharp edge already piercing his skin, droplets of blood slowly seeping from the shard’s edges…

Frightened, his legs went weak and he shivered uncontrollably, hunching over.

He could feel the murderous aura erupting from Shen Shuci.

For a brief instant, he felt the woman in front of him…

Truly dared to kill him!

A bandit-like fierceness, vastly different from her earlier calm and silent demeanor.

“Sober now?” Shen Shuci glanced at him and noticed his trembling legs; turned out he was a coward too.

But he was too nervous to speak.

Huo Ran was watching from the side, completely dumbfounded.

The brothers at home, no matter how capable, were always cautious in their actions. This was the first time he saw someone so bold and satisfying.

His blood was boiling, and looking at Shen Shuci, his eyes practically sparkled.

“What, you’re still not sober?” Shen Shuci raised an eyebrow at him.

The man was trembling, with glass shards still pressed against his throat, causing unbearable pain, “I… I’m sober.”

“Apologize to him.” She naturally referred to Huo Ran.

Huo Ran almost wanted to cry, and a song popped into his mind:

“In this world, there’s nothing better than having a sister-in-law; a child with a sister-in-law is like a treasure.”

“Sorry… I’m sorry.” The man agreed swiftly.

Yet Huo Ran was immersed in admiration for his sister-in-law, completely unaware.

Shen Shuci frowned, wondering why he was spacing out in such a serious moment, “Huo Ran?”

“Huh?”

“He’s apologizing to you.”

“I didn’t hear it.”

The man almost went crazy, convinced it was on purpose.

Shen Shuci looked down at him, “He didn’t hear you, so…”

“I’m sorry!” Knowing his life was in someone else’s hands, he dared not provoke Shen Shuci again.

“I heard it.” Huo Ran nodded.

“Miss…” His voice trembled as he forgot Shen Shuci’s name, so close that her teeth were trembling, “I’ve already apologized, can you take the thing off my neck…”

“You haven’t apologized to me yet.”

“I…”

“Didn’t you just do something to me?”

“I apologize, I apologize right away!” He hurriedly said a few sorries to Shen Shuci, “Can you let me go now?”

Shen Shuci suddenly smiled…

Her smile was as beautiful as pear blossoms against spring water, but the words she spoke were even deadlier:

“Who told you that if you apologized, I’d let you go?”

“…”

Left thunderstruck!

“Are you freaking kidding me?” The man got agitated, and with his movements, the glass shards embedded further, causing him to scream in pain.

“Don’t move! Otherwise, you’ll suffer even more.”

He gasped heavily, daring not to move recklessly.

…

Soon, the club’s staff had already brought security over. People looked at the scene in front of them, clustering around the door, not daring to act rashly, until Jiang Jinsang arrived and cleared a path like a deity parting the seas.

“Fifth Lord.”

Upon hearing the familiar title, Shen Shuci didn’t withdraw her actions.

However, Huo Ran hung his head in shame, knowing it was all his fault.

“Fifth Brother.” He called softly.

They say during the early days of marriage, one should wear more festive colors. Jiang Jinsang, leaving the house today, for once wasn’t clad in black and white, but in slightly dark red clothes, further accentuating his cold fair skin.

Though lean and not a cold-faced executioner, his intimidating aura made it hard for others to meet his gaze.