"It's not just Wen Shibei. There's another big shot involved," Zhang Hua said, keeping him in suspense, his eyes burning as he looked at Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye nodded, but to Zhang Hua's embarrassment, he didn't play along. He didn't even ask about the "big shot."
Zhang Hua gave a hollow laugh. He looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Virtuous Son in Law, in three days, you will..."
Wen Qingye nodded. "I know. I'll be there when the time comes."
Zhang Hua said no more. He stared at the Monkey Wine in his cup, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he held his tongue. Downing the wine in one go, he said, "Then I'll take my leave."
Once outside the courtyard, Zhang Hua couldn't help but frown. He looked up at the crimson-streaked sky and thought about Zhang Hui. 'In hindsight, Wen Qingye isn't so bad. It would have actually been a good thing to marry him back then. What a pity...' In the end, Zhang Hua heaved a heavy sigh and strode away.
