Unsurprisingly, even after they crossed the bridge on the way back, Lucy's front door never opened.
Though it had all taken less than half an hour, today's unexpected guests had clearly delivered quite a shock.
So much so that they'd given those involved an entirely new perspective from which to reassess their lives.
Of course, Fu Qian believed they'd get through it.
After all, if you thought about it carefully, while the two visitors' behavior had been bizarre to the point of madness, the actual events weren't that big a deal for anyone personally involved.
It was only natural for young people to be passionate, and the secret Lady Lucy had revealed didn't even count as cheating. It was practically just an embarrassing regret from her youth.
Besides, he'd been there to help keep things under control.
He wasn't sure what kind of payment the Old Man had made for this trip, but it was obvious he'd just handed Fu Qian responsibility for managing the situation.
And the main source of confidence behind that decision was clearly the gun at Fu Qian's waist.
First, he'd made an impression with his appearance and presence; then he'd pulled out a Murderous Weapon like that. Even in a family this large, it should have been more than enough to keep everyone in line.
Unfortunately, just as he didn't know he'd already used his gun to scare someone, this time he hadn't drawn it at all. He'd relied purely on his amiability to calm things down—and had even scored himself a bowl of soup.
That outcome had clearly minimized the damage to the dinner party. The odds of anyone calling the police should have dropped just as much.
At worst, Lucy and her husband might not have much of an appetite.
"Have you eaten?"