Dong Huiying was momentarily stunned as she gazed at him lying on her, noticing a hint of red on his face, as if he were shy, and his eyes shifted away. For some reason, it felt as though someone had touched the softest part of her heart, and her heart overflowed with tenderness. "So, you were angry about this?" She raised her hand, gently caressing his face, her soft fingertips tracing his firm, rugged outline. Afterward, she slowly sat up, "It was me who was too slow to notice." There was a hint of apology in her eyes. Wife, Wife, Chen Qiqi, only then did she realize what had made him angry. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, cupped his face, and planted a firm kiss on his forehead, "Does that make you a bit happier?" "How about this then?" She kissed each of his eyes, one on either side. "And this, and this too?" She kissed the tip of his nose and then his cheeks, watching as the man’s face visibly reddened. Her gaze fell on his lips as the distance between them gradually closed, "Perhaps, you’d prefer this..." She never got to finish her sentence, as the man suddenly grabbed her head and kissed her fiercely on the lips. He was like a starving wolf, not satisfied with just one kiss. Driven by some impulse, his "pet bird" of over twenty years, plump and ready to spread its wings, also wanted to fly away with her. It wasn’t her first time, and she was quite familiar with this; however, the face of Liang Zhichen suddenly flashed through her mind, and her mood plummeted. On the surface she was all smiles, but internally she was crying, Zhichen, oh Zhichen, where on earth are you hiding? All the residents around this alley were members of the Fierce Tiger Sect. The neighbor of "Chen Si Chen Qiqi" was a gossip-loving woman, who loved to chit-chat tirelessly with anyone, whether she knew them or not, caught up in endless discussions as soon as she found an audience. "Oh dear, Wang San! That little wretch who always hangs around brothels! I heard, and I don’t know what weird illness he’s got, his mouth is so swollen it’s tragic!" "Yesterday, he consulted several ’Doctors’ and still couldn’t reduce the swelling on his mouth. Now, he’s even afraid to eat. It hurts every time he moves his lips, he can only talk through a cracked opening, sounding all muffled, it’s so funny to see!" "Right, this poor chap also must have offended someone, last night he was stuffed into a sack. I heard he was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen. Whoever did it was brutal, specifically hitting the most painful spots, making him suffer terribly!" When Dong Huiying heard about Wang San being stuffed into a sack, her expression turned a bit strange. She glanced at Liang Haoming, who stood tall with his chest puffed out, his face expressionless as if he bore no guilt, full of stern integrity, and then she decided to remain silent, seeing but not revealing. "Come on, now that we’re part of the Fierce Tiger Sect, we need to go and get some tasks from Wang San," she thought, as it would make it easier to act. She squinted her eyes slightly and then pulled the stiff Liang Haoming out of the alley. After a long detour, when they finally found Wang San, it was in a clinic. Unexpectedly, they also encountered an acquaintance in that place... This person was disheveled, being forced to kneel on the ground while Dong Huiying looked at Wang San, full of hatred...