What was in it?

Ying Yue's mouth opened and closed before her head turned away, confusing him.

This was Fei Huangjin, she thought. He had been good to her. He was now legally her husband -- and to be honest, she wanted this to work. She mulled it over it for a moment before deciding to give him another chance to tell the truth. "That letter…"

Fei Huangjin froze. "What about it?"

Her bright and clear eyes focused in on him, like they were about to dissect every word he was about to say. "What was in it?" The air between them was charged with an electricity that was impossible to clear up with a joke or some diversion.

He held her gaze the way he would hold a gun - steady, strong, and unmoving. Why was she suddenly asking about it? Did she know something?

A flash of realization nudged at him as he realized where she'd been before acting this way. She was at his study. And to his dismay, the letter was there, unhidden. It was splayed out on his desk like a siren beckoning to a sailor. He should've realized this earlier.

His wife was a spy. There was no way she couldn't have not seen it.

Fei Huangjin sat back without breaking eye contact. He had to be careful with the next couple of words he would be saying. They might spell the difference between staying married and getting a divorce a few hours into the marriage. Knowing her temper, she might even disappear again if he made her misunderstand.

"That letter was written by your brother."

She didn't seem surprised to hear that, prompting Fei Huangjin to purse his lips in annoyance. It seemed like she had indeed read it.

"He was apparently my father's right-hand man, and had gone undercover over at the Jade Circle." He paused, waiting to see any change in her expression.

There was none. She looked pristinely statuesque in her seat.

"I can let you read the rest of the letter later. But I think the one thing that would most interest you is the fact that he had indeed left documents back in the bunker."

"Then where are they?" She cocked her head to one side, one finger tapping on the table like an army general interrogating an enemy.

His jaw clenched. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Her eyes blazed, giving him a searing look.

"It means what it is. I do not know. But I'm asking you to trust me to figure things out for you." His hands steeled into fists on his lap as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Ying Yue's eyes were brimming with tears now. "How could I trust a liar? You told me you hadn't read it, and that you left it at the headquarters!"

"I only said that to buy some time for me to figure out the truth," he pressed.

"You shouldn't have lied."

"I didn't want to make you worry unnecessarily."

"That's not--"

He slammed both hands on the dining table and stood up on both feet. "It's not easy for me to see you cry in front of me, Ying Yue. Damn it, I know it was wrong, but I just want you to rely on me a little bit more. I don't like seeing you sad. Is it wrong to wish for my wife to be happy while I figure things out for her?"

She looked away in an effort to protect herself from his words. They were starting to melt her defenses.

Fei Huangjin leaned forward and tugged at her hand, enveloping her fingers with his.

People were said to have five love languages: quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. These represented the different ways that people express and experience affection. For a long time, Ying Yue had always thought that acts of service were most important to her -- such as when Fei Huangjin had gone out of his way and married her to protect her, or when Big Boss waited patiently for her to open up to him when she first arrived at his home.

But at that moment, while Fei Huangjin was holding her hand tightly, warming her heart, she wanted nothing else than to keep his hand there, or perhaps have his arms around her.

She groaned silently in her head and cursed whatever love potion he had put in her food that made her this way.

However, what he had to realize was that she didn't want -- or need -- to be kept in the dark while he helps her out and does his investigations on her brother's matters. They were husband and wife now. They were a team. Honesty was important in this thing.

"I understand why you did it. But that doesn't mean I forgive you. A lie is a lie. Get that into your thick skull." She pulled her hand off his grip and stomped all the way upstairs, locking the door to the master's bedroom.