A Major Crisis

Xu Xiaoyan weighed her words again and again before finally asking in a cautious, probing voice, "Fors, if Fusheng cheated on you, what would you do?"

The moment she spoke, the air seemed to freeze solid.

Fors, who had been fiddling with a crystal ornament, suddenly froze. She slowly turned her head, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as a sharp glint flashed through them. Her tone sounded casual, yet concealed an edge. "He cheated?"

"Ah?" Xu Xiaoyan hurriedly waved her hands. "Fors, I mean if. It's just a hypothetical."

Fors rose to her feet, her silk nightgown trailing across the floor. She walked slowly over to Xu Xiaoyan, her fingertips brushing across the other woman's tense shoulder line as she said with a faint smile:

"If? There is no if. Xiaoyan, the fact that you suddenly brought up that hypothetical in front of me is suspicious enough. If he hadn't cheated, why would you suddenly ask that question?"

Xu Xiaoyan inwardly cried out in alarm, fine beads of cold sweat instantly forming on her forehead.

She had never expected Fors, who usually seemed so lazy and easygoing, to be so sharp-minded. She had barely brought up the topic before Fors saw through her true intentions.

Forcing out two dry laughs, she tried her best to maintain a calm exterior. "Haha, you're overthinking it. I just happened to think of that question and got curious, so I wanted to ask what you thought."

But Fors seemed not to hear her, immersed in her own thoughts.

Her fingers lightly tapped her vermilion lips, and one brow rose slightly. She looked both elegant and faintly dangerous. "There are only a few women around him. Let me think... who could it be? Could it be Qingque?"

She's completely fallen into suspicion mode! Alarm bells