President Sheng Is a Jealous Little Monster

Everyone around Sheng Weixi knows he's cold and haughty. He can't stand women throwing themselves at him, and marriage is the last thing he wants. Ning Huashang glanced at his forehead. “What would you do if a woman threw herself at you?” Sheng Weixi said, “Why don't you try throwing yourself at me?” Ning Huashang wiped away a nosebleed, then leaned gently into his arms. He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind his waist. “Hold on tight.” One day, Ning Huashang asked again, “I hear you're sworn to bachelorhood.” Sheng Weixi picked up a marriage agreement and handed it to her. “Sign here.” That day, Ning Huashang was shaking hands with someone when a sharp glare suddenly flew in from the side... Ning Huashang pouted. “I thought the rumors said you never got jealous.” Sheng Weixi pinned her against a wall, his gaze dark and cold. “Tell me, which finger of his touched you?”