Little did he know, Da Ya has not yet returned, and he has not even bothered to ask after her, merely uttering to Lady Zhao today a faint remark about gossip behind one's back, which signified the extent of his reaction to the matter.
What a hypocrite, Xie Xinghua sneered inwardly, well accustomed to such duplicity.
Jiang Xunzhong's face suddenly betrayed a complex mix of shame and anger after being struck by Xie Xinghua's piercing words.
He violently swept his sleeve and left the room in a hasty, disordered stride, leaving behind a rustle of whispered discussions, his silhouette fraught with evasion and reluctance.
And Xie Xinghua, as if she had shed her former timidity and compliance overnight, now possessed a firmness in her eyes that had never been seen before, her speech razor-sharp and compelling. That confidence and sharpness became impossible to ignore, exuding a magnetic charm.
All these changes, Su Yu had been silently witnessing, marveling inwardly.
