Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698: Chapter 694: Will Smash Her Head In

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Zhou Yilang saw Fan Hongshan uncomfortably turning her small face away, her little hands nervously tucking the strands of hair on her cheeks behind her ears, which prompted him to lean down and whisper in her ear:

"Mrs. Lang, don’t seduce me in public. And be careful, don’t cause any trouble."

Hearing this, Fan Hongshan’s face darkened. What did he mean by accusing her of seduction? What trouble was she to avoid?

In an instant, the ambiguous atmosphere between them shattered into pieces, and Fan Hongshan, with a stiff face, lowered her head, suppressing the anger in her heart, and replied indifferently: "Understood, Mr. Lang."

Just then, a male attendant quickly approached Zhou Yilang, calling out softly, "Mr. Lang, the Old General requests your presence."

"Got it, I’ll be right there." Zhou Yilang nodded, his gaze still fixed on the woman in the dark green coat, silently smacking her plump lower lip as if playing dumb.

Seeing this, the attendant tactfully left after completing his task.

Bowing her head, Fan Hongshan whispered, "Mr. Lang, I shall take my leave first."

Just as she was about to step past the tall man, Zhou Yilang’s long arm reached out and deflected her path, making it seem as though Fan Hongshan had actively snuggled into the man’s chest. Fortunately, they did not make contact. Fan Hongshan abruptly stopped, looking up at Zhou Yilang’s innocent face with indignation:

"You!" But she swallowed the rest of her words with a rational restraint.

"Be good, Mrs. Lang." Zhou Yilang stepped closer, his hand naturally resting on her slender waist, as if caressing a lover, causing Fan Hongshan to feel a tingling sensation all over. She pursed her lips tightly, daring not to move again, as her face slowly turned pale.

"Stay put and don’t wander off, alright?"

"Yes, Mr. Lang." Fan Hongshan clenched her teeth, humming darkly.

"Hehe~" Zhou Yilang chuckled softly, his voice laced with a teasing tone, which might have made another woman joke that her ears were getting pregnant from listening to it. But to Fan Hongshan, it only made her stiffen, trapped and unable to escape, she could only respond with silence.

"I really can’t handle you. Later, go straight to the main guest hall and stay there properly. Don’t wander off and get lost, okay?" Zhou Yilang straightened the sleeves of his suit, his eyes sternly fixed on her, watching her obediently nod before he composed himself and stepped away.

Only when she was sure that the man had turned and left did Fan Hongshan slowly lift her gloomy little face, staring at his retreating figure, her hands instinctively clasping together, her face ashen, suddenly devoid of the lively vigor of a blooming flower, dull and lusterless.

How... annoying.

Fan Hongshan sighed inwardly. Had her emotions been too unstable lately? Ever since he saw her taking medication, the pattern of their interactions had been constantly changing beyond her expectations, leaving her exhausted.

Forget it, don’t think too much, just protect your own heart well. This man is not under her control.

Fan Hongshan was very self-aware. After eight years of marriage, she had long understood that the more gentlemanly this man appeared, the more cold and indifferent he was inside.

"Mrs. Lang, the Old Lady invites you." Fan Hongshan buried her emotions deep inside, intending to check on Yan Jinsu’s situation, but after only a few steps, a female attendant stopped her.