The men's thoughts, actually, many people had figured them out, but most just mentally uttered a single phrase: "Idiot."
Anyone with a bit of eye power could tell that Lian Qing was nowhere near the same type of male consort as him.
The domineering woman did take a few more glances at Lian Qing; the man's aura was indeed clean!
Not the pretense of cleanliness played by the little man beside her, but a cleanliness that came after worldly experiences.
The woman took a couple more fond looks but knew that such a man would not follow her. She had no other intentions; it was merely taking a few extra glances at something she liked.
But to the man beside her, that look in her eyes didn't mean the same thing.
"What are you doing? I baked this bread for you..."
The man forcibly interrupted the woman's appreciation, and a disdainful smile flickered across the woman's lips, but she still turned around cooperatively, took a slice of bread, and started eating.
