The world had gone silent.
By the time Yaoyao had stopped crying and lifted her head, Xiaocheng and Xiaowu were already sitting on chairs in front of her, each with their legs crossed, waiting gravely for her to reveal the truth.
"I...I've actually always been Lu Tianming's lover."
"What?" Xiaocheng and Xiaowu thought they had heard wrong, but it quickly made sense to them.
Of course, a woman serving two husbands wasn't unusual for Lu Tianming.
"When did you and Lu Tianming... start?" Xiaocheng lowered his voice.
Yaoyao shuddered and murmured softly, "When I was eighteen…"
"So that would be..." Thirty years ago.
In the study, Han Chenyang almost blurted out, "What the fuck," but quickly, he glanced at Fu Sitian next to him and swallowed his words.
"Even before my mother married him, before I was even born, they were already together." Fu Sitian's thin lips curved into a sneer, his profound disappointment was starkly evident.