He thought he would be blamed by Qin Yuan, but to his surprise, Qin Yuan spoke softly, "My sister... she drank a bit too much today. Please don't take to heart what she said, my husband. I've already reprimanded her, and I believe mother will also speak to her."
It seemed she was very worried that he would hold a grudge and be discontented with the Qin Family.
How could a grown man be so petty?
Gu Jinghui relaxed, picked up the teacup from the small table, took a sip, and said magnanimously, "It's nothing."
He completely missed Qin Yuan's hesitance to speak.
Qin Yuan awkwardly turned her face away.
The teacup was the one she had just used, with a faint lipstick mark on the rim.
This man, truly...
If it were a pretentious scholar like Lin Ziqi, facing such a scene, he would surely compose a romantic poem about the remnants of tea stained with lip rouge.
But Marquis Gu didn't notice or care at all.
Truly... indifferent to minor details.
