Yu Jiuqing, who had been walking half a step ahead of Shen Qing, whipped around. His expression soured as he grabbed Shen Qing's hand to pull her out of the bear hug, only to find he couldn't.
Afraid he might hurt Shen Qing if he used too much force, Yu Jiuqing's face darkened as he enunciated each word. "Princess, please have some self-respect!"
"No!"
The woman clinging to Shen Qing was beautiful and voluptuous, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She glared fiercely at Yu Jiuqing and snarled, "You've already lost my Ah Qing once! I refuse to entrust my Ah Qing to you again!
I said it long ago—Ah Qing would never be happy married to you! If I hadn't chanced upon her in Fengzhou the other day, I would never have let her come back to you!"
"Princess!"
