Yin Changhe returned home that evening.
Mrs. Yin had already changed into expensive clothes early.
The fabric was soft and close-fitting, and she had tied a scarf around her neck to cover the wound.
At a casual glance, she looked as beautiful as ever.
Yin Changhe, appreciating her thoughtfulness, wanted to reward her.
He then embraced his wife from behind.
They made love tenderly.
...
Afterwards.
Mrs. Yin lay in her husband's arms, stirring up pillow talk.
She softly said, "What was once an infallible plan, has been ruined by Su Ruanruan."
Yin Changhe was thoroughly satisfied by her service.
He pondered for a moment and felt his wife was right.
Fearing that more dreams would bring more troubles, Mrs. Yin said, "We can't let her stay in the hospital causing trouble anymore."
She incited her husband, "Yin Zhao likes her, he will surely take her side."
Yin Changhe pinched his wife's cheek, his interest piqued again.
He wouldn't let her take off the scarf.
