Qu Qingwei nudged Xia Weiyi's arm and said, "Yiyi, don't you think Ye Che has been acting strange lately? He seems to be a lot more secretive. Look, he's even hiding to take a call. Do you think he's doing something bad behind your back?"
Xia Weiyi rolled her eyes. "Stop trying to stir up trouble between us, always hoping for chaos. My husband is upstanding and wouldn't do anything bad behind my back like you said."
"You trust him that much?"
"Of course! If I don't trust my husband, should I trust your jinxed mouth instead?"
Qu Qingwei clicked her tongue in disbelief. "They all say the seven-year itch in marriages; you've been with Ye Che from six to twenty-four years old. You've almost itched three times by now. Besides, London is full of temptations, wildflowers every three steps, roses every five steps. If you don't prepare as this Foxtail Grass, and Ye Che gets seduced by some little vixen, don't come crying to me."
