An old tune revisited.
The words that once infuriated Xie Wanqing still sounded infuriating, "Lu Ziyuan, that's your concubine. She keeps calling me sister. Are you sure it has no effect on me at all?"
Lu Ziyuan frowned, as if he was pondering something.
Xie Wanqing, who was already aware of the hidden story, watched his expression and got angry. The joy of rebirth gradually faded, and her voice turned cold.
"She even gave you a son. Do you think I can be so tolerant and not care at all?"
The more she spoke, the more furious she became. Xie Wanqing grabbed his wrist, "If it were you, in my place, could you accept me being with someone else…"
"Wanwan!" Lu Ziyuan's face looked terrible, "Mind your words."
With that, he stretched out his arm to hug her, "It's not like what you think with her. You don't have to care about her. Soon… give me a little more time, and I'll give you an explanation."
Xie Wanqing: "…"
It was indeed soon.
