Qin Mei wrapped her arms around his waist and felt his body tense. Confusion clouded her eyes.
Jie Jingchen took a deep breath, composed himself, and his taut body relaxed slightly. "It's nothing."
Qin Mei poked Jie Jingchen's back with her fingertip. "You still haven't answered," she reminded him.
"It's harder to get noticed at night, especially by the workers from the machinery factory." Jie Jingchen's deep voice carried an icy tone.
Qin Mei didn't understand at first, but a moment later, it all clicked. "For Aunt Zhang, sleeping with your dad is secondary. Her real goal is to make it a public spectacle. She wants to use public opinion to pressure your dad, forcing him to divorce and then marry her."
