The image has taken a huge hit, and Yu Xia is in a bad mood, spending half the day listlessly on the deck chair in the yard.
Yuan Wang squatted next to her, eating an apple and chatting, but she didn't respond, staring off into the distance. In Yuan Wang's words, she looked like a person who had just been diagnosed with a terminal illness and lost all hope for life.
Xie Qingci came over, wanting to lie down with her, but she refused.
"I'm feeling really awful right now, stay away from me. I don't want to see any 'beautiful concubines'."
"There are no 'beautiful concubines' here," Xie Qingci was also dissatisfied with that notion, "modern society practices monogamy."
Might as well write "I'm the legit spouse" on his face.
Yu Xia still couldn't muster any spirit, with the words "naive nouveau riche master" echoing in her mind, she gazed at the sky as if seeing the roaring He Ci.
What was he saying with his mouth opening and closing?
