To this day, Wang Yan had never moved into the apartment building with Sanli; he still lived in the original courtyard house. Comparatively speaking, the courtyard was more comfortable, especially after they had spent a considerable amount of money renovating it and lacked for nothing.
Compared with everyone else's worries, Sanli, who had slept under the same quilt as Wang Yan for years, was far more sensitive to it.
"When Eldest Brother brought up Simei today, you definitely noticed that something was off about the atmosphere, didn't you?" Sanli wrapped her arms around Wang Yan, her voice weak.
Wang Yan nodded with a chuckle. "Simei's problem really is a little difficult to handle."
"You can still laugh?" Sanli angrily punched him. "Think of something! This might be easy enough to say, but it won't sound good. How are you supposed to face people afterward? How am I? And how is Simei?"
"That's not right. Nothing has happened between us, so what's there to make it hard for us to face people?"
"Nothing happened before, but what about later? I feel like Simei has been getting more and more strange these past two years..."
When Sanli said "strange," she was putting it mildly. The truth was that Simei's excessive intimacy with Wang Yan was obvious—though Wang Yan was passive about it. It was also because people at this time had not become that open-minded yet, or rather, because of how they viewed certain matters.
Twenty years later, intimate behavior between a man and woman did not necessarily mean the two were intimate. Unlike now, when upright people tended to view unrelated men and women making certain gestures in public far more negatively...
If Wang Yan had not been so formidable, if he had not held such absolute authority, Qiao Yicheng would