The old madam walked with a steady pace, not showing any sign of weakness or emotion.
They arrived at the door and Butler Zhong opened it for her. She stepped in and saw her husband, Tang Peng, seated on the bed, engrossed in a book. He looked up and saw her. He put down the book and smiled, "Hello, dear. You're here." He sounded casual and friendly, as if he hadn't cheated on her.
The old madam sneered, seeing through his act. 'Why is he pretending to be so noble?' She knew he was a hypocrite, and traitor. 'How dare he?'
"I did not come here for this friendly chatter," she snapped. "I thought you were dying? What is the meaning of this? Did you lie again?"
Tang Peng shook his head, still smiling. "Qingyu, you'll never change. Still the same. It was just like yesterday."
He reached out his hand, as if to touch her face, but she slapped it away. "Hold it right there," she cut him off. "I did not come here to reminisce about the past. Why did you call me here?"
