Xiang Yuan ignored Cheng Yuling's displeasure, afraid his father-in-law would let his imagination run wild, and hurriedly explained several times.
As he spoke, he regretted having helped make up a bed for her last night. Had he known she was Xiao Lingyue's mother, he would have made her sleep on the floor.
Her injuries wouldn't even be treated!
It did little good. Xiao Yan did not hear a single word.
It was not that he had flown into a rage from the humiliation of being cuckolded. Rather, from the moment he entered, Xiang Yuan had not existed in his eyes. His whole heart was fixed on Cheng Yuling.
Ignoring Xiang Yuan, Xiao Yan said with the utmost concern, "Yuling, I know you dare to love and hate, and that your devotion never wavers. You are absolutely not the sort of woman to transfer her affections. Never mind that nothing happened last night—even if something had, it would only have been because love bred hatred, and you deliberately sought to punish me. I deserve it. How could I blame you or resent you?"
"You—why do you always say such things!"
Cheng Yuling was furious, but when she saw Xiao Yan covered in dew, his trousers and shoes caked in mud, his eyes bloodshot from searching for her all night, her tone unconsciously softened.
Xiao Yan stepped forward and took Cheng Yuling's hand, reproaching himself as he said, "Come back with me. You have no idea—when I learned yesterday that you were injured, I was nearly scared to death."
Cheng Yuling's eyes reddened as well. She did not pull her hand away and softly gave a sound of assent.
That was it?
Nothing else?
No, he slept with a widow outside, and this was just over? Even a huge slap across the