That night, Chi Zaozao returned to her room early, lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Looking beside her, Ye Que hadn't come upstairs yet. She couldn't hold it in any longer, sat up, threw on a coat, slipped into her cotton slippers, and went downstairs to see why Ye Que hadn't returned to the room to sleep so late at night.
Just at the stairs, she heard a girl's cheerful laughter coming from the living room. Chi Zaozao raised her eyes and saw Ye Que and Wuhui sitting on the sofa.
She didn't know what the two were talking about that was so pleasant, making Wuhui laugh aloud.
Chi Zaozao stood there, wanting to tell them to rest earlier, but the words stuck in her throat and couldn't come out.
In the end, she returned to her room feeling stifled, sat at the bedside, growing more and more depressed.
In her mind, she kept warning herself that Ye Que considered Li Luo's child as his own, so he wouldn't do anything excessive.
