Zhao Xiu drove Jiang Jing away.
Jiang Jing couldn't stay outside Zhao Xiu's house forever, lest he make things difficult for Zhao Xiu.
On his way back, the more Jiang Jing thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Why didn't Zhao Xiu want to admit she saved him? Why was she so adamant about denying it?
Unless admitting it would cause trouble for her.
A screech.
Jiang Jing slammed his brakes hard, leaving long skid marks on the ground.
"Impossible."
Jiang Jing's expression changed, and he hurriedly dismissed the notion. Mingzhu was his wife. Even if she had concealed something about saving his life, he was genuinely captivated by Gu Mingzhu during their subsequent interactions. Gu Mingzhu was beautiful, elegant, and kind-hearted.
There was a time when he saw how attentive Gu Mingzhu was towards those orphans, making him feel that marrying her was a blessing.
How could she possibly cause trouble for Zhao Xiu?
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