"My wife, He Jingyao's wife, has to climb her way up through underhanded rules?"
Accompanied by that lazy voice tinged with faint mockery, a man walked in slowly from the doorway.
From the moment Su Zixi saw the bodyguard appear, she had a premonition. But only when she heard the man's familiar voice did she dare to confirm that she was not mistaken—he had really appeared.
Su Zixi felt her heart swell with emotions. Initially, when Su Guo'an accused her, and several people ganged up on her, she didn't feel much, but now, hearing his voice, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and they fell in torrents.
She turned her head and saw He Jingyao's tall, lean figure. He walked against the light, his body seemingly coated in a layer of golden light, descending like a deity from the heavens.
The smile at the corner of the man's mouth was lazy and indulgent, bringing her a sense of stability she had never felt before.