"By the way... um..."
Zhao Wenrong hesitated for a moment, but Shen Ying spoke for him instead. "Are you asking about that man surnamed Zheng just now?"
Zhao Wenrong nodded repeatedly. "I knew you heard him, but when I came out just now, I didn't see any sign of him. He..."
"Not long after you went inside, he left by himself," Liu Qingyan said.
Zhao Wenrong blinked, then nodded in understanding.
Then Shen Ying asked, "Did Miss Yushu ask you to look after him?"
"Not really." Zhao Wenrong scratched his head awkwardly. "It was just me..."
Zhao Wenrong did not doubt Lin Yushu. She had clearly forgotten Zheng Mosheng already, and when they met again, she had shown no particular reaction.
But men naturally guarded against romantic rivals, so the moment he came out to return the courtesy, he instinctively looked for the other man.
Liu Qingyan smiled. "Perhaps because Miss Lin did not care much about him, he seemed a little disappointed and left."
Zhao Wenrong nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.
"But he..."
Shen Ying had only gotten halfway through her sentence when her eyes suddenly flickered, and she stopped speaking.
"There's someone else?"
Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan had naturally sensed the same thing. Liu Qingyan's expression darkened as she frowned. "They went to the rear courtyard."
"The rear courtyard?"
Zhao Wenrong was startled. Wasn't that where his and Lin Yushu's bridal chamber was?
Zhao Wenrong instinctively hurried toward the back. Several guests nearby who did not know what was going on wanted to gather around him, but an inexplicable force lightly pushed them aside. They watched Zhao Wenrong pass before them and rush into the rear courtyard.
Lu Zheng and the other two exchanged glances, then followed after him.
In the rear courtyard, Zheng Mosheng