Zhang Qian stirred the plump white dumplings in his bowl with a spoon, "You want me dead, but you really don't need to go to such lengths. There are plenty of ways, why don't I teach you some?"
He Tang bit a dumpling in half with indignation, only to hear Zhang Qian sneering, "To take such harsh measures against oneself... He Tang, I underestimated you."
Sure enough, Zhang Qian had seen through her.
He Tang's grip on the spoon tightened, growing increasingly anxious.
Yet, Zhang Qian continued to laugh coldly, "A ruptured corpus luteum, tsk—this move is quite effective. Even if you don't kill me, ruining my future and reputation would suffice."
He Tang's face grew tense, realizing that Zhang Qian had long understood her intentions.
Indeed, the ruptured corpus luteum was her doing. That night, Zhang Qian had been busy and hadn't troubled her excessively. Having spent no brief time together, whether or not Zhang Qian had hurt her, it was impossible for him not to know.
