Su Xiyue felt that Ye Chen next to her was becoming rather stiff, and the whole situation felt a bit uncomfortable for her.
"Take your hand away from me."
Her pretty face blushing, Su Xiyue leaned into Ye Chen's ear and whispered through gritted teeth.
"This is exactly what you asked for, pretending to be affectionate, isn't it? This way we can show our love, and look how happy your father looks."
Ye Chen deliberately stressed the words "your father" to remind Su Xiyue not to act rashly.
Su Xiyue felt infuriated but utterly powerless; it was, after all, her own request, and with Su Yuanfan sitting beside them watching everything unfold, she had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
Su Yuanfan sat on the couch, observing the couple's quiet whispers together, his smile growing richer.
Now in his fifties, he no longer possessed the dominant presence of Chairman Su from the past, and resembled more a retired elder.