Su Tian sighed; she could clearly see that Qiao Yaoran was a man with self-control, utterly immune to those women's temptations. Yet, as his wife watching them either sitting on her husband's lap or touching him, it made her feel like her insides were going to explode in anger.
Suddenly, Qiao Yaoran pulled her into his arms, and this gesture made her heart skip a beat.
"Uncle..."
"Rest assured, even if thousands of women were to throw themselves at me in this world, my arms... would hold only you, Su Tian."
Su Tian's heart warmed at his words, though her expression hadn't improved much.
"How do I know you're not just placating me?"
Qiao Yaoran looked at her attentively, "Hmm, it seems your little head is filled with quite a few things. I'm very pleased."
He pressed her head against his heart: "Can you hear that? It's already started beating just for you."
Su Tian indeed heard the heartbeat—strong and powerful, pulse after pulse.
