Han Family.
Wen Zhiyan returned home, and when facing her husband, her gentle face clearly forced a smile.
"Yanyan, what's wrong?"
Han Zaijing looked at his beloved woman with pity. She seemed so downcast after going out this afternoon.
Wen Zhiyan shook her head, brewed a pot of Han Zaijing's favorite tea, handed it over, and managed a smile, "It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong with me?"
"Impossible, after all these years of marriage, don't I know you?"
Han Zaijing put the cup aside, took Wen Zhiyan's hand, and asked gently, "Where did you go this afternoon?"
"Nowhere…" Wen Zhiyan turned her face away, refusing to meet Han Zaijing's gaze, her obvious restraint and evasion.
Han Zaijing narrowed his eyes, then turned his gaze to the maid Xiaolan standing on the side, the young girl who always tended to Wen Zhiyan closely.
"You tell me, where did the madam go today? Who did she see?"
