Hearing Song Qingshu's answer, Cheng Yaojia immediately shook her head. "No, I'm not going!"
"Feeling awkward?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.
Cheng Yaojia pressed her lips together, turned her head away, and said nothing.
Song Qingshu sighed. "There are some things that have to be made clear in front of him. Is Madam willing to be wrongfully accused like this without ever clearing things up?"
Cheng Yaojia's expression softened, though she still could not make up her mind. Song Qingshu gave her no chance to refuse and pulled her toward the room next door.
Lu Guanying had been sitting alone in his room, despondent. Thinking of his wife going to find that man, his fists clenched and loosened again and again. He had no idea what was happening now and could only guess. Yet the more he guessed, the more unbearable images surfaced in his mind. Whenever he imagined his normally gentle, shy wife moaning breathlessly beneath another man, his face turned a shade paler.
Bang!
The door was suddenly kicked open. Lu Guanying was startled and looked up, only to see that detestable bearded man walk in.
"Y-you... what are you doing here?" Lu Guanying had assumed the other man was currently enjoying himself in a tender embrace. Who would have thought he would appear here?
"Madam, come in," Song Qingshu said, beckoning behind him. Seeing Cheng Yaojia hesitate, he went over and dragged her inside.
"Yaojia?" Seeing his wife enter with an awkward expression, Lu Guanying suddenly seemed to realize something, and his face immediately darkened.
Cheng Yaojia's gaze flickered. She turned her head away, somewhat afraid to meet her husband's eyes.
Song Qingshu coughed and stepped forward. "Young Master Lu, I know you dislike me. To be honest, I don't particularly like you either, so let's