Madam, Mr. Li Is Jealous Again

Li Moyan was aloof and distinguished, steady and self-possessed, yet Tang Yihuan was the one woman who brought him to his knees. From the moment he entered the private room and saw someone holding her, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Using an excuse to leave, Li Moyan cornered the woman at the end of the hallway, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her fiercely.

“Li Moyan, you shameless scoundrel, you creep!”

The woman before him was furious, her eyes red. She bit him, shoved him, and hit him, but Li Moyan felt not the slightest anger. What Tang Yihuan didn’t know was that at that very moment, the only thing on the man’s mind was how to make her his.

Later, Tang Yihuan went abroad. Li Moyan followed her all the way there, but came back empty-handed. Much later, Li Moyan hugged Tang Yihuan’s arm and pouted. “Honey, our son hits people all the time. Do you think he inherited your bad habits from when you were little?”

“Bullshit!”