"Is something wrong?"
Gu Yanshen's voice had not a trace of warmth, like iron frozen in winter.
Zhao Xuerou's tears fell instantly, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Mr. Gu..."
She choked on her words, filled with grievances.
"I... I just wanted to check on your wife, she's pregnant, and I'm worried about her."
"I kindly brought her hawthorn soup that I made myself, but she... she seems to have misunderstood something..."
Her words were halting, deliberately ambiguous.
A few army wives who had just finished doing laundry walked by, slowing their steps.
Li and Sister-in-law Qian were among them, exchanging a look of anticipation.
Gu Yanshen did not stop his pace.
He walked up to Zhao Xuerou, his tall figure casting a shadow, engulfing her completely.
"Misunderstood what?"
Zhao Xuerou was stifled by the intimidating aura he exuded.
She instinctively stepped back half a step, her voice even more agonized.
"Your wife... she doesn't seem to like me talking to you..."
