This woman, she needs to be coaxed.
Ye Haochuan knew this well, so he immediately went forward, took her soft little hand, and coaxed, "Yushan, I was wrong. Look, if you really can't let it go, just hit me a couple of times, alright?"
"You mean that?" Chen Yushan suddenly perked up, pointing at his nose and huffing.
"I mean it."
At this point, Ye Haochuan certainly couldn't go back on his word.
"I'll see if I don't beat you to death, you faithless man!" Chen Yushan raised her powdered fist and punched towards his chest.
The fist landed on his chest, actually not heavy at all, quite soft, but Ye Haochuan exaggeratedly shouted, "Wow, you're really hitting? I'm dying, I'm dying, this is simply murdering your own husband!"
"Murder your sister's husband!" Chen Yushan giggled charmingly, "You scoundrel, always spouting nonsense."
"Heh heh, bro doesn't just spout nonsense, he can also get up to no good!"