"Lu'er, come upstairs with me to pack some things."
With Jiang Ye speaking up, Lu Jing certainly couldn't refuse:
"Sure!"
Then, after greeting the Jiang Family's elders, he followed Jiang Ye upstairs.
...
Once upstairs, inside the room, and with the door closed, everything happening downstairs was inaudible.
As soon as he entered the room, he pulled the woman down onto the large bed:
"Don't mind what Jiang Qiu said just now."
Hmm.
"I don't mind."
It's not like it was six years ago; now, even if you call me a vixen a hundred times to my face, Lu Jing wouldn't bat an eyelid.
One insult won't make me lose a piece of flesh.
Plus, nowadays, being called a vixen is quite flattering—it means you're pretty!
It's not like it was decades ago.
"Really?"
"Of course, she's just a nonessential person. Why should I waste my energy and concern over her? Do I have nothing better to do?"
The man started to laugh:
"Good, as long as it doesn't bother you."
He had been worried.
