Qin Xue's face alternated between pallor and green.
She had finally experienced Chu Yiqin's poison tongue, and Qin Mo felt not the slightest sympathy for her, even finding the situation delightfully amusing. She had been through it many times; this man could be utterly merciless at times.
"I have serious doubts about your intelligence, if being intimate with a husband is considered promiscuity and seducing men. Then you, who seduced your sister's fiancé should do some reflection on how despicable you are." His tone was even, yet infuriatingly so.
At least Qin Xue was left speechless, unable to rebut.
And she didn't dare offend Chu Yiqin.
But the others were shocked.
"Young Master Chu, what do you mean by 'husband'?"
"Isn't it obvious what I said?" Chu Yiqin pulled Qin Mo over, and she fell into his arms, surrounded by his cool, faint fragrance, that deep, contemptuous voice ringing above her head, "We are married."
Married?