Yue Hongling felt so angry that her teeth started to ache.1

Zhao Changhe, what in the world happened to you? It’s been a while since we last met, and now you’re spending nights in brothels? And that’s one thing, but what’s that about getting excited when they mentioned me?0

She began to question whether or not there was something amiss. Back when she stayed with him, Zhao Changhe had shown her great respect and had gone out of his way to avoid any situation that might make her uncomfortable. If he truly had secret feelings for her, there had been numerous opportunities for him to make advances back then, especially considering the situation she created by posing as the stronghold mistress. At the very least, he could have addressed her as “wife” in public or something like that.0

He never showed that he had any feelings like that, though. Could he have hidden his desires that deeply?0

It’s been a few months since I last saw you and you’ve gotten worse... You’re even visiting brothels now when you were such an honest man in the past.0

But no matter how much she gnashed her teeth, Yue Hongling really wanted to meet Zhao Changhe. The situation in Yangzhou seemed particularly strange and mysterious to her, and it was not just because of the Maitreya Cult. She wondered if Zhao Changhe coming to Yangzhou was related to some knowledge or information that he possessed.0

Ugh... If you really have a crush on me, as long as you don’t say it out loud, I’ll pretend as if...0