The smell of ginger soup still lingered in the kitchen, thick with the scent of smoke and cooking fires.
Chen Wanyue looked at the handsome, refined man standing by the stove and felt an inexplicable sense of suffocation, as if the room were closing in on her.
She discreetly tugged at her collar to breathe more easily before finally asking Zhao Jing, "What were you doing on the mountain today? Did you find something on Xiaoao Mountain that brought the Government Officials from the county seat?"
Zhao Jing lifted his eyes to look at her, his gaze calm and undisturbed. After a long moment, seeing her anxious and resentful expression, he said, "What if we did, and what if we didn't? What does this have to do with you?"
Zhao Jing always had a way of easily provoking her anger.
He didn't even need to say anything harsh. Just looking at her with that cold gaze was enough to drive her to the brink of collapse.
