"That little fucker." He whispered a curse but Xiulan was still able to hear it. "Don't think about whatever that bastard Pierre said. My relationship with that woman was long gone and non-existent now. I think you already have an idea who that woman was, right?" Hongqi contemptuously sighed and glanced at his wife. He tried to read her poker face expression again. If only he could read someone's mind, he wanted to read hers. As possible he doesn't want to offend Xiulan more.
"Yes, but I really don't care. I don't want to pry on your past. I know the topic about her is very personal. You should teach your good friend Pierre to stop spilling the past and the secret of our marriage in public. The press might find out about it." Xiulan easily segue the the topic about Zhao Lingyu to the secrets of their marriage.
