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Lady Fan had a beaming smile on her face, finding the man in white more and more to her liking.

Liu Limin, on the other hand, glared with widened eyes, wishing she could flay the brazen man before her with the sheer force of her glare! To call him thick-skinned was an understatement—it was more like he had no shame at all!

"Alright, alright, I won't disturb you two any longer, carry on, carry on!" Lady Fan laughed, her crow's-feet growing deeper, as she took Jeng Ruyue by the hand and headed out. They had barely stepped out of the cellar when her suppressed laughter could be heard drifting back in.

Listening to her mother's triumphant laughter—as if she had finally married off her daughter—Liu Limin wished she could vanish into a crack in the ground.

"You scoundrel, get lost!" she threw the sash of the clothes at Young Master Wuhen, as if venting her anger, pushing him away fiercely.

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