"Ru, we need to head home and make dinner. I won't keep you any longer; we'll go on ahead," Tang Li said nervously, avoiding Xiao Ru's gaze, which seemed off to her.
Ever since she discovered the previous owner's infidelity, Tang Li had no interest in spending more time with Xiao Ru, especially not with Yi Minghuan around.
Xiao Ru reluctantly nodded, biting her lip, and stepped aside to let them pass. She watched them walk away together.
Even after they had walked a few steps, Xiao Ru remained rooted in place, staring at their retreating figures with a furrowed brow.
Everyone in the village believed that Tang Li's husband had been mistreated since childhood and was a pushover.
Yi Minghuan, on the other hand, had striking features, exuding a strong masculine charm. His eyes, nose, and mouth perfectly matched her ideals and fantasies.
He was by far the most attractive man she had ever encountered.
His calm and mature demeanor, tinged with a hint of aloofness, set him apart from other men.
The more Xiao Ru thought about Yi Minghuan, the more she believed he was the ideal man for her. She felt her heart stir with affection.
But how could such an outstanding man be Tang Li's husband?!
The more Xiao Ru dwelled on it, the more it hurt her. She bit her lip, cast one last envious glance at the couple, and walked away, filled with unwillingness.
Meanwhile, Tang Li struggled with how to broach the subject of Mo Jing's affair with Yi Minghuan on their way home.
Xiao Ru's behavior had left her feeling uneasy, pushing her to find a way to "confess" this affair to Yi Minghuan.
She couldn't allow Yi Minghuan to discover it from Xiao Ru or other people otherwise, she'd be in a very difficult position.
If Yi Minghuan came to believe she had betrayed him and cheated on him, and, she lost his trust, it would be devastating for her.
"What's wrong?" Yi Minghuan noticed her troubled expression and labored breathing, prompting him to look at her.
He saw her unhappy face, furrowed brow, and clenched teeth. Her bruised, chubby cheeks made for a disconcerting sight.
"...I remembered something annoying," Tang Li replied, scratching her head and meeting his gaze. "I'll talk to you about it tonight. Let's go back and make dinner first."
Yi Minghuan nodded and refrained from asking further questions.
Tang Li stared at his back and let out a sigh. She felt as though she was betraying him mentally and was racked with guilt.
No, no, no! It's not me!
She reminded herself that the blame rested squarely on the previous owner's shoulders.
Tang Li took a deep breath and rallied herself.
It was just a rotten peach blossom of the previous owner. It's no big deal and she needed to find a way to resolve it.
As for the trace of guilt and the strange twinge in her heart, she decided to push them aside for the time being.
"This fish soup smells amazing."
When Tang Li and Yi Minghuan arrived home and reached the kitchen door, the delightful aroma of fish soup wafted through the air, eliciting a growl from Tang Li's stomach.
"Um, cough, cough... I didn't eat lunch, so I'm a bit hungry," Tang Li admitted in a hushed voice, coughing awkwardly and glancing at Yi Minghuan beside her.....