A sharp pain shot through Ancient Wen Heng's side, and he quickly grabbed her hand to hold it still. 'Good thing I sent the maids away,' he thought. 'Otherwise, I'd lose all my authority in my own home.'
"She might not be much to look at, but she sure has some beautiful dreams," Jin Qianqian sneered. "Trying to steal what's mine? I'll make sure she loses everything in the process."
Ancient Wen Heng pulled her into his embrace. "She's just an insignificant person. Let's not lower ourselves to her level."
"Besides, she hasn't even done anything yet. We're just speculating. Aren't we giving her too much credit by worrying about it?"
Jin Qianqian was only venting. "You have a point. Whatever she's plotting, she'd better not try to mess with us."
"Aren't you afraid of the Chief of Staff from the Huang Mansion getting involved?" Ancient Wen Heng teased.
Jin Qianqian fell silent for a moment. "If it really comes to that, the choice won't be mine to make. It will be yours."
