"Were you deliberately targeting Zhao Yabo today?" Mei Ya asked, expressing her inner doubts on the way home.
Ye Qiu replied calmly, "No, you heard it wrong."
"Really?" Mei Ya looked at him with suspicion in her eyes but didn't ask further, though the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.
Lately, she felt like she was often very happy, almost as if she had returned to her first love. She knew that Zhao Yabo's attitude toward her earlier was somewhat overly intimate, so she didn't stop her husband's willfulness.
Although she and Zhao Yabo were very close when they were young, they hadn't seen each other for years and hadn't been in touch much. She was relatively distant, and Zhao Yabo's level of care made her uncomfortable. But her husband's recent jealous behavior made her feel that the previous years' conflicts seemed to vanish into thin air.
She couldn't help but sigh at how easily women are fooled. A few sweet words and some gentle care can make them forget all pain.
