The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1122: Women Need to Be Soothed 2

In the end, when the meeting adjourned, it was obvious all the executives seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief.

Looked like the president was in a foul mood today; the entire building was shrouded in low pressure.

Qin Yi still didn’t know what was wrong with the Young Master. They’d clearly already taken care of Xia Xinmei, so he no longer had to worry about the little wife’s safety.

Why was he suddenly losing his temper again.

But thinking about it, anything that could irritate the Young Master this much had to still be related to the little wife.

”Young Master... I just finished giving my statement at the police station. Everything’s already been properly handled.”

Nangong Yaoling didn’t respond. He walked to the window, hands in his pockets, staring outside.

Qin Yi’s lips moved slightly.

”Then... if there’s nothing else... I’ll just...”

”Tell me, are all women this fickle? No matter what you do, they’re never satisfied?” The man standing before the tall floor‑to‑ceiling windows suddenly spoke. Qin Yi froze for a moment.

Then the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curve into a smile.

As expected, she’d guessed it. The Prince Nangong who wouldn’t even bat an eye in the face of something earth‑shattering became completely helpless the moment it involved the little wife.

On this point, she really did admire the little wife!

”Young Master... Although I don’t have a girlfriend, I’ve heard a saying...”

”What?” Nangong Yaoling turned slightly, his cold gaze slanting toward her.

That cheetah‑like look carried a trace of suspicion and impatience.

Qin Yi didn’t dare slack off, knowing this was absolutely not the time to get on the Crown Prince’s bad side.

”Young Master, women... actually need to be coaxed.”

Nangong Yaoling: ”...”

”What? You think I’m not tolerant enough with her? Do I have to put her up on a pedestal for her to be satisfied?” The moment Nangong Yaoling heard Qin Yi’s words, his temper flared. His whole body was like an enraged lion spewing fire in every direction.

Qin Yi’s expression changed; she quickly lowered her head and said, ”Young Master, that’s not what I meant. It’s just... just that...”

”Just what? Spit it out!” Nangong Yaoling clenched his fists, as if the moment she said one wrong word, he would smash his fist into her.

Because right now he was so angry he wanted to find someone to beat up at any moment just to vent.

That woman Xia Xiaonuan—everything he did was for her, and she still had to sulk at him, acting like she wanted to keep him a thousand miles away.

Like that, he’d rather she just blew up and slapped him across the face—at least that’d be straightforward.

It felt like something was stuck in his chest, suffocating and uncomfortable.

But this woman—he couldn’t talk sense into her, couldn’t scold her, couldn’t stop spoiling her. He treated her well, and she didn’t appreciate it.

She was going to drive him insane.

Seeing the state Nangong Yaoling was in, Qin Yi broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead and forced herself to speak: ”You really are incredibly good to the little wife in every way. It’s just that... sometimes, I feel you and the little wife are still lacking a bit in communication.

Or rather, sometimes the way you dote on her isn’t quite right, so it makes the little wife feel pressured, or even... unsafe.”

Nangong Yaoling’s body gave a slight jolt.

”So you’re saying it’s still my fault? How exactly am I supposed to dote on her? Just let her do whatever she wants? Let her rush off to get herself killed and I still have to go along with it?!” Nangong Yaoling charged up to Qin Yi, grabbed her by the collar, and roared, face dark with anger.

Nangong Yaoling was already on the verge of going berserk; he clutched Qin Yi’s clothes in a death grip, teeth clenched as he glared at her.

Qin Yi, however, said nothing. She only looked at Nangong Yaoling with a gaze that was both concerned and calm.