Jiang Shouzhong left, and Ran Qingchen returned to the courtyard.
Seeing Jinxiu sitting on the threshold, resting her chin on her hands and looking downhearted, the woman approached with a smile, "Regretting now, aren't you? I told you to be bold. Or maybe tonight, you should shamelessly offer to warm our son-in-law's bed?"
Jinxiu responded in a muffled voice, "Miss, you've changed."
"How have I changed?"
Ran Qingchen sat beside the young girl, gently embracing Jinxiu's plump body.
Inhaling the refreshing fragrance of her lady, Jinxiu pondered for a moment before saying, "I don't know exactly, but I feel that you have changed, like you truly don't care about our son-in-law anymore. Before, you seemed to care a bit."
Ran Qingchen smiled faintly, "Jinxiu, do you think I liked our son-in-law before?"
Jinxiu moved her lips, unsure of how to answer.
If she said yes, it would seem too false.
