Su Qingzhang rolled out of bed and sat down in the study, lit a cigarette, and began to drink.
Chang Mei, like a ghost, silently walked in, kneading her fingers on his shoulder, reminiscent of the desperate young couple from the Sixth District long ago, "Be more vigilant recently, Yan Wuxu and that driver named Han Fang have been getting too close."
"What are you being paranoid about now?" Su Qingzhang said with displeasure, Chang Mei has always been particularly wary of Yan Wuxu, this woman, filled with jealousy towards any legitimate lady of the Su Family.
"Just listen to me," Chang Mei's hand continued to press gently yet firmly.
Yan Wuxu lay on the chill bed, spreading her limbs, naked, looking up at the ceiling in a posture that even she found humiliating.
The next day, Han Fang first took Su Ziceng back to campus, then returned to the Su Family to pick up Yan Wuxu as usual and drove off.
