Jealousy strikes. Jealousy strikes.

Everyone only listened to Ye Ling, be it Zhong Ran, Ah Da, or Butler Luther. In their eyes, Ye Ling was their owner. Noah was a maniac.

He really had nothing.

Yet, he was fighting so hard to hold onto things.

"The child is mine, and so are you. Pick me, will you?" Noah said anxiously. It was clearly a very pitiful sentence, but he sounded so domineering and determined as if not choosing him would be a grave mistake.

Shen Qianshu's heart ached. She did not reply, and Noah became increasingly anxious as if he had seen through Shen Qianshu's thoughts. His eyes became redder. This was a premonition to him going crazy.

"Why do you pick him? What can he do for you? The child is mine. The accessories are designed by me. The bridal gown is also..."

Noah suddenly grabbed his head and yelled in a pained manner. Gradually, he calmed down. He opened his eyes suddenly, and Shen Qianshu kept shaking his hand. "Noah?"