Li Cheng, though he fancied Muniang, had never made his feelings clear; now, as Mrs. Ji starkly exposed his heart in front of everyone, he felt an indescribable sense of shame and anger. His face flushed as if filled with blood, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Turning to look at Muniang, he had expected her to be angry with him, but instead he saw her expression was indifferent, as if the 'little vixen' Mrs. Ji spoke of had nothing to do with her.
Li Cheng pinched Muniang's hand and whispered in her ear, "My lady, I believe you; that Mrs. Ji is surely spouting nonsense."
Muniang's mood suddenly improved a lot, and without asking why, she merely smiled, "How much do you believe?"
Li Cheng declared firmly, "I believe you as much as you believe me, no, even more than you believe me!"
That grammatically incorrect and illogical confession, filled with language flaws, nonetheless created ripples upon ripples in Muniang's heart. He believed in her, always, and that was enough.
