I secretly laughed, thinking she had finally found an opportunity to probe into my relationship with An Jin.
The rumors about my discord with An Jin had indeed decreased recently, and his obvious compromise at the embroidery workshop had raised Su Hui’s suspicions.
Hesitating between acting like a shrew or a resentful woman, I chose the latter. I furrowed my brow slightly as if recalling a painful memory and sighed softly, “Miss Su, what brings you to say this? It was my mother who was in the wrong.”
Su Hui studied me for a moment and then softly said, “Madam, there’s nothing between An-ge and me. Please don’t believe those rumors.”
“I believe you,” I suddenly looked up, startling her. “Miss Su, I know you’re a good person. Please stop associating with my husband.”
She looked troubled. “Why must it be this way?”
“My relationship with my husband has never been good,” I said, on the verge of tears. “If a beautiful girl like you is by his side, he won’t even look at me.”
She seemed to sigh in relief. “Madam, you’re overthinking. Although An-ge has always been caring towards me, we are just friends. You are his legitimate wife; he would never disregard you.”
The implication was clear: your husband might be interested in me, but I’m still considering whether to accept. If you want it easier, you’d better understand the situation.
I covered my mouth, my shoulders trembling. “I-I knew it!”
Miss Su, Yan Feng has so many men. Why must you want An Jin?”
Su Hui said sorrowfully, “When the heart is set, feelings are hard to control. I hope the madam can understand us.”
I wanted to unleash Yuan Xiang but managed to restrain myself, my face reddening from the effort.
Su Hui apparently misunderstood and consoled, “Madam, life is full of disappointments. It’s better to be more open-minded.” While her expression was sympathetic, the corners of her mouth occasionally lifted, indicating she was in good spirits.
The one who will soon be disappointed is you, I thought.
Yuan Xiang, seeing my strange expression, began baring her teeth at Su Hui, who stepped back and turned towards the curtain.
“Is the Thirteen Gongzi inside? He once painted for me. May I meet him?” She reached to pull the curtain.
