Jiang Ni was quite drunk, her speech unclear and filled only with sobs. She couldn't articulate what exactly had happened.
She was adept at feigning emotions, and except in bed, she could usually bring him to a soft-hearted state at any other time with just a couple of golden beans. Not to mention now, in her inebriated state where her sense of injustice and fear came subconsciously, revealing her genuine feelings.
Qin Jijing stopped asking questions, soothing her with a gentle voice.
Far from calming her, his voice seemed to exacerbate her crying, making her weep even harder.
For the first time, the ever-controlling Qin Jijing began to feel helpless, "If you keep crying, your eyes will swell, and they won't look nice."
"..." Jiang Ni paused in her crying, then looked up at him and said, "Bastard."
Qin Jijing couldn't help but laugh, pinching her face with his hand. Before he could scold her, she buried her head in his chest and continued to cry incessantly.
