Lu Yingxue flirtatiously played with her hair, her eyes half-closed as she pursued her question.
"It's true, isn't it? Otherwise, why would you be so cold towards Zhao Shuyuan? You've got so many women outside, even a child. Zhao Shuyuan clearly hasn't made a fuss—obviously feeling guilty, lacking the standing to control you."
Zhong Lingxiao's expression remained indifferent, "Is it important?"
"It's important, can't you tell me?"
Zhong Lingxiao's demeanor darkened, "She and Zhong Yi stayed in a room together for just one night; my dad foolishly drugged them."
Lu Yingxue laughed lightly, "Then something must have happened. No wonder you care so much."
Zhong Lingxiao sneered a few times, yet Zhao Shuyuan cried and insisted that nothing had happened, claiming Zhong Yi hadn't touched her. But the fact his wife and a bastard child spent the night together left a knot in Zhong Lingxiao's heart.
Even if they hadn't actually slept together, what about hugging and cuddling?
