"Hmm? What about that young prince consort you were going to marry?"
Qing Qianxue's smile was gentle and quiet.
Behind him, the expressions of the other men who had come in with him eased somewhat, though they still looked far from pleased.
The good news was that there were only a few square tables in the private room, with piles of little tiles on them. Everyone seemed to be playing with those.
The bad news was that the others' wives were each sharing a table with three handsome young men.
Lin Qingrao was the first to rise guiltily. "S-Sanlang, what are you doing here?"
"Come on. We're going home."
Without another word, Jiang Li pulled her up and left.
Xie Ciyan instantly turned a pitiful gaze on Jiang Wanrong. "My wife, am I not enough for you? Have I already grown old and lost my looks? You're openly coming out to find handsome young men now?"
Already imagining how much coaxing Xie Ciyan would need tonight, Jiang Wanrong rubbed her temples helplessly and stood. "No. Let's go home and talk."
Next came the others.
Without a word, Chu Lange took Yuan Ye by the hand and left.
Ye Wanru calmly rose, leaving the room to Chu Youning and Qing Qianxue.
Her gaze lingered on Jiang He for a few seconds before she turned and left.
The world.
Fell quiet.
Seeing this, the young men in the private room promptly slipped out without a fuss as well.
Qing Qianxue took Chu Youning's hand and quietly led her outside.
"Um... Qianqing, you... let me explain. I was just feeling a little restless and wanted to come out and unwind. We only listened to them play music and sing, then played cards together for a while. We didn't do anything else."
Unsure whether