What a Laughingstock You Are

Zhang Chen carried Zhou Qiucheng's chest out of the room. A complex look appeared in his eyes as he turned back to gaze at the lamplight in Zhou Qiucheng's room, his heart filled with a hundred tangled emotions.

What could he say?

That Zhou Qiucheng was calculating and scheming, using a woman's reputation to plot his affairs, acting in a manner unworthy of a gentleman?

But Zhou Qiucheng had not plotted against him.

That Zhou Qiucheng was immoral? Yet the man had not harmed Zhang Chen. On the contrary, he had given Zhang Chen the savings of an entire lifetime.

What could Zhang Chen say?

He could only sigh softly, unable to say anything at all.

Zhang Chen carried the chest and was about to head down the mountain when a figure suddenly darted out before him, blocking his path.

The other person wore plain clothes, with a chill in her eyes as she stared fixedly at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen recognized her. She was Jiang Nan, one of the main figures in this wedding.

Yet Jiang Nan's face was deathly pale, and her gaze revealed a frigid coldness. She was cold to the extreme, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Zhang Chen looked at Jiang Nan, and Jiang Nan looked at Zhang Chen. Her plain white robes appeared especially eerie in the darkness.

Zhang Chen did not wish to speak with her and tried to go around Jiang Nan, but the next instant, she shifted her feet and blocked his way again.

"Is something the matter?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Did you know all along that Zhou Zhen was going to flee the marriage? You two were always together. How could you possibly not know?" Jiang Nan glared at Zhang Chen, her words pressing forward step by step. "You just