"So that's how it was. It really gave me a fright just now. I thought Third Brother had taken in a concubine who looks as young as you!" Mo Liuteng patted his chest as if relieved it wasn't true, then looked at Mo Liujin with a leering grin. "Well, it's a blessing in disguise. Third Brother is a lucky man."
Chu Qingmeng remained silent. *Splendid, mistaken for a concubine yet again.* Mo Liujin noticed the sudden, sinister smile blooming on Chu Qingmeng's face and felt a chill. The next moment, she yanked her hand out of his grip, propped her arm on the table with a mocking look, and said, "Husband~ how about I step down as your principal wife and wash my hands to become your concubine instead? Why does everyone take me for your concubine? You certainly have a way with people, don't you, Husband~~?"
Everyone present simultaneously shrank their necks. Why did the breeze today feel like it was carrying blades? Those two words—"Husband"—made Mo Liujin's heart flutter nervously. Ordinarily, he would be dying for her to address him like that, but why did today's iteration carry such heavy murderous intent? Beside them, Mu Lingxue struggled to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching, her face practically cramping. She simply adored watching Chu Qingmeng act so sarcastic; it possessed a uniquely lethal charm.
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