A slow, wicked smirk curled the corner of Heena's lips. That was a vulnerability she could drive a knife straight through. If Su Jin prided himself on holding the Lu family's favor, and Lu Mei was secretly obsessed with a sensory standard that Su Jin couldn't meet...
"And what about Su Jin?" Heena pressed quietly. "A pious, weeping noble husband wouldn't dare set foot in the pleasure district himself. Yet a man who schemes as hard as he does always leaves footprints in the gutter."
Qiu looked at Heena for a moment, then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so it wouldn't carry down the alley.
