Wang Zhiyao glanced around and, seeing that no one was nearby and the corner was fairly quiet, lowered his voice before bringing up what had happened yesterday.
"Xiao Qiao, about yesterday..."
Su Qiao focused on stretching her legs and did not even look at him. "What about yesterday? Didn't you say I misunderstood?"
"Are you trying to tell me that I didn't misunderstand? That you really have a relationship with that old woman?"
Wang Zhiyao hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that. I was afraid you'd misunderstand and get angry with me, so I wanted to explain everything more carefully."
Su Qiao turned and glanced at him, the corners of her lips lifting almost imperceptibly. "There's no need. I believe you."
"I was just a little angry at the time. After I went back and thought about it, I figured I must've been imagining things to come up with such a ridiculous idea."
"You're only twenty-five, while that woman looks thirty-five or thirty-six. If she were a few years older, she could even be your mother. How could you possibly be together? You don't have an Oedipus complex, and you don't have some special fetish for older women."
In fact, Cen Yue took excellent care of herself. She looked thirty at most, and she was beautiful, with a good air about her.
Su Qiao did not mind relationships between an older woman and a younger man, but the problem was that he had silently stolen someone else's boyfriend and then turned around to target that man's girlfriend. That was not acceptable.
Wang Zhiyao: "..."
What Oedipus complex? What special fetish?
She was making him sound like some kind of pervert.
For some reason, although her words sounded perfectly reasonable, Wang Zhiyao could not shake the feeling that there