"Meng Siyu, did you really get married?" Xie Ziyao looked at Meng Siyu in shock, disbelief written all over her eyes.
How could that be possible, he wasn't married, was he?
If she hadn't misheard just now, Meng Siyu called that woman "my wife," she never knew that the cold Meng Siyu, who was like a block of ice, could have such a gentle and doting voice.
"Of course."
Meng Siyu held Tang Yue's slender waist, the usually reserved and cold Meng Siyu was now eagerly declaring his ownership, saying, "My wife, Tang Yue."
Every time Meng Siyu's gaze landed on Tang Yue, there seemed to be an undissolvable tenderness.
Meng Siyu had no intention of introducing Xie Ziyao. Tang Yue glanced sideways, looking heroic, but straight on she didn't look quite as imposing, instead she seemed delicate, like a spoiled and proud princess from a good family.
"You're lying to me," Xie Ziyao looked at Tang Yue incredulously. She seemed to be about the same age, how could she be married?
