Seeing Xu Changqing roll her eyes, Shen Weimin had to admit his question sounded ridiculous. If he hadn't gotten carried away, he never would have asked it.
After all, it was just a wild suspicion he'd cooked up on his own. The main issue was that Changqing was just so cautious. It wasn't until that one night that he'd vaguely sensed something was off.
When he first got the message, he thought someone had drugged Changqing, leaving her unable to go home and forcing her to stay at a nearby hotel. He had been worried sick.
Back then, he really didn't have the mental capacity for anything else. He couldn't even wait for his driver. How could he have had time to ponder the trivial details? But he knew he wasn't misremembering.
When he rushed to the top floor of the hotel and pushed open the door, Changqing was in the middle of a drunken fit. He distinctly remembered glancing over and seeing her holding a wine glass in one hand and a bottle of Erguotou in the other.
