As Zheng Yi left, the hall quickly filled with the laughter of Wang Qingg, Zhang Qingmiao, and the other women, as if seeing their husband in such a state was an especially amusing sight.
Before long, Zheng Yi and Wang Xue arrived in the room.
Zheng Yi looked at Wang Xue, secretly sighing in his heart.
This little girl.
The once petite and slightly shy girl, now at twenty-four or twenty-five years old, had turned into a completely different person, almost like a wolf or tiger compared to her previous demeanor.
Wang Xue bit her lower lip.
Loosening just slightly, her gaze carried a seductive allure, different from the gentle and open charm of Wang Qingg, the head wife.
"Husband, do you know how long I've been waiting for you here? I've waited so long, like flowers wilting in the wind.
If you hadn't finally returned, I might have burst from holding it in."
Husband.
You can't just think of yourself and ignore me."
As Wang Xue spoke, she continuously acted coquettishly.
