Seeing Chen Wanqing standing there, so angry she couldn't even lift the branch in her hand, he smiled, took the branch from her, and tossed it on the ground. He then pulled Chen Wanqing onto his lap. "Rest a bit, my love. Catch your breath, then you can settle the score with me properly."
Chen Wanqing pinched him and glared. "Don't you try to fool me. You'd better confess everything, right now."
"Confess what?"
"The business with the brothel women... Were you involved or not?"
Her voice grew strained as she said the last few words.
She couldn't bear to imagine Jing getting mixed up with people like that.
It wasn't that she looked down on those women; to her, all women were the same.
Zhao Jing was her husband, and hers alone. She could not tolerate him having any interactions with another woman that crossed the "red line."
