Chi He finally realized why Chi Yu was in low spirits. He discreetly exhaled, feeling as though he had just escaped a death sentence.
Now that he understood the source of her displeasure, things would be easier to handle.
"Qi Hui's tongue is unnecessary. Cut it off and exile him to an island. How about making him your villa's cleaner?"
Chi Yu glanced at Qi Hui's pale, sweat-drenched face and smiled, her lips curling like summer blossoms—radiant and alluring.
"No, I'm afraid he might plot revenge against me in secret."
Chi He raised an eyebrow at Qi Hui. Qi Hui frantically shook his head. "I swear, Miss! I would never do anything to betray you again!"
Words come so easily, flowing effortlessly without even a hint of sincerity.
Chi Yu had given Qi Hui multiple chances, but he had disappointed her time and again. Disappointment, once accumulated, turns into distrust.
