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They say a woman's mood can turn faster than the pages of a book, and Jiang Shouzhong truly realized it today.
After unleashing unwarranted anger towards that Young Master Yang, and forcing Jiang Shouzhong to admit to "jealousy," the woman returned to her previous quiet and cool demeanor, as cool and detached as the snow lotuses blooming amongst the cliff rocks, untouched by the mundane world.
Gazing at his familiar, lonesome fairy-like wife, Jiang Shouzhong felt that perhaps he had been seeing things, caught in an illusion just now.
"Speak, what brings you to me?"
Ran Qingchen's face was taut as she spoke with a cold and commanding voice.
At the moment, the woman felt embarrassed and annoyed by her earlier behavior, and also a bit gloomy.
