Shen Zhi shuddered, feeling a chill rise from his feet, engulfing him like falling into an ice cellar; a sense of absurdity welled up and swallowed him whole, not dissipating even as he left.
The wheels rolled over the ground, the clamor outside unceasing.
"Why?"
In his eyes, Shen Wei was different from other fathers. His family was wealthy, yet the inner household was clean—it had only Mama and Aunt Liu.
And now reality had slapped him in the face.
Setting everything else aside, at the very least, Chun Yun never forbade Shen Wei from taking concubines, did she?
Yet he had kept a concubine, even placing her in the secondary house.
If even he couldn't accept it, for Chun Yun it must be an unimaginable humiliation.
Cui Yun lowered her gaze and poured tea: "Years ago, Xue Mouyan had a betrothal with your father, but he later married your mother."
"Three years ago, they met again."
One sought connection, the other delighted in her tender affections and reminiscing the past.
