Chen Nan's voice carried a thread of shock and disbelief.
His gaze became complex and unpredictable in an instant, as if a calm, waveless lake had been viciously stirred by a stone, with ripples swiftly spreading outward, disturbing the original tranquility.
Seeing the expression on Chen Nan's face, Yang Ruoshui felt as if a sharp knife had pierced straight into her heart, causing unbearable pain.
She hurriedly put down her cell phone, grabbed Chen Nan's arm, and explained with a hint of panic in her voice, "Dear, it's not what you think."
"We're in a political marriage, this union is merely a product of intertwined family interests, between him and me... there really aren't any feelings."
Seeing Yang Ruoshui's anxious and slightly trembling demeanor, Chen Nan comforted her with a smile, "Sister, don't be so nervous."