Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The music continued in the dance hall.

Mu Yazhe took a graceful step forward and started dancing to the mellow music, holding Yun Shishi’s hand in his. His soulful eyes fixed on her shy and drooping face.

He was bemused. Since he took over the dance, she had not once looked up.

She could not forget what he had done to her earlier, so she was unable to concentrate on the dance, let alone look him in the eyes.

In contrast, he felt relaxed. His calm expression was telling her that everything was in his control.

He was very possessive, especially…

Her face blushed scalding red as she recalled their seductive embroilment earlier. She was really upset and wanted very much to shake off his hand to escape from him.

He appeared in her world without warning, messing her and disrupting her mind, and then he leisurely sat back to watch her be confused and panic.

How bad could this man get?

As her thoughts wandered, her dance steps inevitably went wrong.

He lowered his eyes to her and calmly remarked, “Miss Yun, you are too stiff.”

She bit her lower lip and told him off, “I don’t know how to dance in the first place; I only know these basic steps! You can laugh at me all you want.”

He raised an elegant brow and smiled faintly. “You are covered with thorns; just like a hedgehog, there’s no soft spot at all.”

“Yes, I’m a hedgehog,” she retorted, “and I’m armed to the teeth to protect myself.”

Doing this would indeed protect her, but it would also hurt those who wanted to love her.

As the man continued to look at her, she slowly let go of her edginess; her eyes, though, continued to regard him with great vigilance – ready to retaliate if he so much as moved the wrong way.

In alert mode, she strongly resembled an injured kitten. Fear and suspicion could be seen in her eyes. Her guarded demeanor monitored all who tried to get close to her.

What a strong yet vulnerable woman. She was full of contradictions.

“Relax and follow the rhythm. Dancing is very simple.”

Yun Tianyou unhappily watched them from the second floor and stomped on Li Hanlin’s foot in vexation. The latter picked up the boy and told him ruefully, “Director Yun, stepping on my foot is not going to relieve you of your anger.”

“That man is out to chase my mommy! I won’t allow that; I’ll never allow that!”

He was going to stop that man.

His mother belonged to him and him alone. He would not allow anyone to override and step into their world.

On normal days, Yun Tianyou was always calm and collected, with everything under his control.

He would lose his cool only when it involved his mother.

He might be detached and composed in other people’s eyes, but before his mother, he was just a little lad who had yet to grow up. He wished to be her little sweet and homely buddy forever.

“Director Yun, stay calm…”

In the VIP seat, Little Yichen finished his fruit juice in one gulp. He looked depressed as he stared at Yun Shishi in the middle of the dance hall. How he wished he could grow up quickly and be as tall and strong as his father so he could dance with the pretty sister, too!

Just as he was feeling down, he caught sight of Yun Tianyou, who was fussing angrily in Li Hanlin’s arms. The sight of his identical brother jolted him out of his seat, his face turning red from shock.