"Yes, yes, I remember now, and I certainly won't talk nonsense again!" She quickly promised not to speak out of turn, and only then did Li Chang let go of her chin. Lin Siyu dared not make any rash movements or indirectly inquire about Xia Zheng's identity, but by intuition, she knew that Xia Zheng was more than just the Young Master of the Fuman Building.
With timid, soft hands, she caressed Li Chang's chest, slowly stirring up his fighting spirit for another round. Having spent some time in this residence, Lin Siyu was well aware that clinging to the Madam County Magistrate's coattails was far from enough; it was Li Chang's support she needed, along with a son. Only a son could serve as her firm foundation within the grand mansion. Just like Mrs. Liu from the neighboring courtyard who drank pregnancy tonics daily—despite her brothel origins, wasn't she causing Madam County Magistrate to fret daily over her due to her pregnancy?
