Qin Youxuan clenched her fists tightly, pounding against the man's chest.
As if finding an outlet, she recklessly vented her grievances and frailty.
"You are not a jinx."
Dan Hanjie let her vent, his large hand cradling her small face with pity, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"You are my treasure."
"..."
Exhausted from crying, Qin Youxuan's voice gradually stopped; she choked up and backed away from Dan Hanjie.
She wiped her tears haphazardly with her hands.
"What are you doing here? This is the Ye Family's company, and we do not welcome idle people."
"I am your husband, not an idle person." Dan Hanjie took out a handkerchief, stepped forward, and pulled her into his arms, gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I have had someone deal with the reports; there won't be any more such false stories."
