"It's fine, it's fine. Spend it however you like. Your husband doesn't mind."
"Darling, you're so good to me!"
Jiang Shuyue meant every word, her eyes shining: [Good-looking people have good hearts, too. Kisses for my hubby!!]
Mwah...
Marquis Yu watched a pair of soft pink lips press against Zhou Yunshen's cheek.
It was a picture of a talented man and a beautiful woman, one that ought to have been a delight to behold.
Yet no matter how Marquis Yu looked at it, something felt strange.
A man who killed people like scything down hemp had become a saint just by draping himself in human skin?
He couldn't understand it. He really couldn't!
Jiang Shuyue: [Huahua, Marquis Yu is acting so strange. He keeps sneaking looks at us.]
Huahua: [He's probably envious. After all, he isn't as handsome as the Great Villain, and his wife isn't as gentle as you. A man who gets lashed with a little whip all day longing for soft, tender affection? Understandable.]
Zhou Yunshen raised an eyebrow slightly. A little whip...?
"Heh, every married couple has their own private pleasures. There's no need to share them with outsiders!"
"Husband, why did you come so early? Didn't we agree to visit together tomorrow?"
Madam Yu came in, glanced first at the cup on the table, then quietly leaned over to sniff it.
Jiang Shuyue: [Madam Yu likes sniffing cups other people have drunk from?]
Huahua: [Not so. Marquis Yu likes drinking. When he was young, every time he finished drinking, he liked to run up somewhere high and belt out a song. He has a nickname: First Blade of Invisible Killing! Madam Yu expressly forbade him from drinking in secret.]
Jiang Shuyue wasn't convinced. It was only a song. Could it really kill anyone? She didn't