Fu Yanshen took three steps as if they were two, rushing to the middle of the room where the two-meter-wide bed stood.
Standing by the bed, he looked at the bulging quilt.
He moved forward and in one motion pulled back the quilt.
When he saw only Mu Chenxi alone, the nerves that had been taut all along Fu Yanshen's way there finally relaxed, and his legs gave way, making him fall to sit on the edge of the bed.
At the moment of unveiling, Fu Yanshen had feared immensely that there would be two people lying under that quilt.
He redraped the quilt over Mu Chenxi and closed his eyes.
Even though it had been a false alarm, he could not forget the feeling at the moment when he had received Tang Sinian's WeChat message in the car more than ten minutes prior.
Just the thought of what Chenxi and Lu Jingxing could possibly do in a hotel made him want to kill someone right then.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Chenxi is his.
Her body and her feelings could only belong to him.