"Qingya, is there anything else you haven't told me?"
"Yes."
Song Qingya replied without the slightest hesitation.
She readily admitted it.
Then she told Fei Jin that the person locked in the pigsty was Sun Yaoguang, adding, "It's not that I didn't want to tell you, but you started the moment you got home... so when would I have had the time? See? I came to tell you as soon as I had a spare moment."
"It's all my fault. I wasn't here, and you were almost..."
The thought filled Fei Jin with guilt.
His eyes were bloodshot. He walked silently toward the back of the courtyard, his fists clenched tight.
Seeing his intent, Song Qingya quickly blocked his path.
"Where are you going?"
she asked nervously.
"I'm going to see which bastard dared to bully my wife!"
"It's pitch-black out. What is there to see?"
Song Qingya tried to dissuade him.
"But—"
Fei Jin protested, unwilling to back down.
"No buts."
