Great Crisis

Xu Xiaoyan carefully weighed her words. Finally, with a tentative caution, she softly asked, "Fors, if Fusheng cheated on you, what would you do?"

The moment her words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Fors, who had been fiddling with a crystal ornament, suddenly stopped. Slowly turning her head, she narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing through them. Her tone sounded casual, yet held a hidden edge. "He cheated?"

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoyan hurriedly waved her hands. "Fors, I mean if. It's just a hypothetical."

Fors rose to her feet, her silk nightgown trailing across the floor. She slowly walked over to Xu Xiaoyan, her fingertips brushing across the other woman's tense shoulder line as she spoke with a faint, unreadable smile.

"If? There is no if. Xiaoyan, the fact that you suddenly brought up this hypothesis in front of me is suspicious in itself. If he hadn't cheated, why would you suddenly ask such a question?"

Xu Xiaoyan inwardly cried that things were bad, fine beads of cold sweat instantly forming on her forehead.

She had never expected that Fors, who usually seemed so lazy and easygoing, would be so sharp-minded. She had only just raised the subject, yet Fors had already seen through her true purpose.

Forcing out two dry laughs, she tried her best to maintain a calm facade. "Haha, you're overthinking it. I just happened to think of this question, got curious, and wanted to hear what you thought."

Yet Fors seemed not to hear her, immersed in her own thoughts.

A finger tapped lightly against her crimson lips as her brow arched slightly. She looked elegant, but carried a trace of danger. "There are only a few women around him. Let me think... who could it be? Could it be Qingque?"

"She's completely