Seeming to read Li Yingying's mind, Wang Yue leaned in close to her ear once more, whispering with a light chuckle, "Bring your Master back to Jinling soon. When you do, your brother-in-law will have a reward for you. The sooner you return, the bigger the reward."
"Mhm." Li Yingying nodded, her face flushing crimson. Although she was curious about what this "reward" might be, she didn't ask; she knew that any reward coming from this lecherous brother-in-law of hers certainly wouldn't be "proper."
After bidding farewell to Li Yingying, Wang Yue dove back into the depths of the river.
This time, he didn't plan on returning to Jinling through normal channels. From start to finish, "Wang Yue" had never officially set foot in Tianhai.
As for "Wang Tiezhu," who had a paper trail of ferry tickets, and the mysterious young man in black who appeared out of thin air—it was better to let them both vanish forever.
