"Did it give you face? Who gave you the guts to lay a hand on my wife?"
Just as Yu Qiang's hand was about to come down, Yu Tingting had already closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impending pain. Yet, quite obviously, the pain did not arrive as expected.
Like a god descending, Xie Qiyan appeared right in front of Yu Tingting. His strong, firm arm, resembling a steel-like appendage, clasped Yu Qiang's hand tightly just as it was about to strike Yu Tingting!
The man's deep, unfathomable gaze harbored a menacing storm of darkness. His powerful palm locked around Yu Qiang's wrist, and in an instant, Yu Qiang broke into a cold sweat of pain!
As the textbook example of a wife-doting husband, he couldn't even bear to use too much force last night during sex, fearing that his delicate little wife might hurt. She was tender in every sense, and he couldn't stand the thought of her suffering. Now, seeing someone else about to strike her—how could that be tolerated?
