Lady Si stared wordlessly at Si Yan, who was sprawled on the floor, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
Her tears had smeared her delicate eyeliner and mascara, leaving dark smudges at the corners of her eyes.
But she didn't seem to notice. Her gaze was fixed on the man's back as he walked out the door, her eyes overflowing with adoration.
Seeing this, Lady Si shuddered. 'A young lady from a good family, lusting after a married man… Is she really a granddaughter of the Si Family?'
Recalling her eldest son's words, Lady Si had no choice but to assume the authoritative air of the family matriarch.
THUD. She set the pastries down heavily and walked over to Si Yan. "Little Eight, what are you doing on the floor, staring at the back of a married man?"
Si Yan, blinded by jealousy, retorted, "What else could I be doing? I want to marry him. Eldest Aunt, you have to help me."
