Qiao Xuan's inquiry was merely casual; as the mistress of the house, she was merely displaying her demeanor.
She hadn't anticipated any significant events occurring within the residence.
Her husband's unwavering attachment to her was evident in his gaze—doting, gentle, and brimming with genuine affection. Such sentiments couldn't be feigned.
To her surprise, Caiyue and Caihua exchanged a peculiar smile.
"We've been waiting for the right moment to inform you, Madam. It's quite an amusing tale," Caiyue began.
"Yes, indeed. It's rather ridiculous. Madam, consider it more of a jest," Caihua chimed in.
Perplexed, Qiao Xuan shot them a quizzical glance. "You're both being cryptic. Just tell me what's going on."
She had assumed that any trouble brewing would involve the Mei Family, but it turned out to be the Fan Family.
