Jie Jingjue wasn't a fool. He saw something was wrong from Jie Jingchen's indescribable expression and asked dubiously, "Fourth Brother, does Fourth Sister-in-law love you?"
'Love? Is there any love between them?' Jie Jingchen didn't even doubt that when Qin Mei drugged him, it wasn't out of love, but out of possessiveness—a twisted desire for conquest.
'And him? It was just a sense of a man's responsibility toward a woman. Nothing more.'
A hint of impatience flashed in Jie Jingchen's eyes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and urged, "Go get a bucket of hot water."
'He was the injured one, his back was in pain. She'd just forcibly stuck a few needles in him and then made him go heat up her porridge. If he got sick from all this, would she even sit by his bedside and take care of him?'
