"You..." The fake Huang Quan started to scold Qin Qing, but when he saw her flawless face up close, his voice faltered. His eyes were glued to her.
So beautiful! If I could roll in the hay with such a beauty, that would be one of life's greatest pleasures!
"Ahem..." The fake Huang Quan coughed lightly, feigning composure as he put on airs. "Are you his wife?"
"Yes!" Qin Qing nodded and pleaded, "Please, sir, be the bigger person and overlook my husband's transgression. Spare him."
"It's not impossible for me to let him go..." The fake Huang Quan drew out his words, keeping everyone in suspense before finally continuing. "How about this? I'm washing my hands of my past to settle down in Jin Ye City, and I happen to need someone to serve tea, run errands, and cook. If you're willing to fill that position, I will pardon your husband."
Though his words were euphemistic, everyone present understood their implicit meaning: he had taken a liking to Qin Qing.
