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The door swung open abruptly, revealing Shen Zhongyi, his face etched with confusion as he looked at his wife. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed her skillfully taking a hot towel from her maid, Xiao Cui, and beginning to wipe him down.
"What’s going on? You don’t seem quite right," Shen Zhongyi said, concern filling his eyes.
Feeling the weight of her husband's gaze, Zhao Xinru averted her eyes and murmured, "It's... nothing."
"If something is wrong, don’t hide it from me. We are husband and wife; we should face everything together." Shen Zhongyi was all too aware of his mother’s harsh and authoritarian nature. If it hadn’t been for her relentless insistence on marrying Xinru, he wouldn’t have caused her such suffering. The thought deepened his guilt, causing him to furrow his brow.
"Okay, I understand," Zhao Xinru replied softly, though her heart raced anxiously like a drum, her hands trembling slightly.
After finishing with his face, Zhao Xinru was about to step out to dispose of the water when suddenly the door was kicked open from the outside. The basin tipped over with a loud crash, splashing water everywhere and soaking the floor. The force knocked her down into the puddle, leaving her in a disheveled heap.
"Xinru—" Shen Zhongyi turned sharply to the intruder, shouting in anger, "Who are you? Who gave you permission to barge in here unannounced? Xiao Cui, go fetch the steward."
Just as Xiao Cui helped the young mistress up and was about to comply, she felt a firm grip on her arm—Zhao Xinru was holding her back.
"Zhongyi, you misunderstand. He is Yunxiang," Zhao Xinru hurriedly explained.
"Yunxiang?" Shen Zhongyi was taken aback. The last time he had seen him, he was just a child of seven or eight; now he could hardly recognize him. Yet there was an unmistakable resilience in his eyes that remained unchanged.
"Uncle, it's good to see you well," Su Yunxiang said with a smile that felt as cold as winter frost.
"Yunxiang, you're back. How have you been these past years? I apologize for not being able to welcome you in person due to my health, but with your Auntie here, I trust she will take good care of you." Shen Zhongyi spoke with genuine affection for his nephew, a gentle smile gracing his face.
"Of course, Auntie has done exceptionally well. She has taken care of everything inside and out. Uncle, how should I thank Auntie properly?" Su Yunxiang's words dripped with sarcasm.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinru, already on edge, felt her anxiety heighten. As she frantically searched for an excuse to send Su Yunxiang away, Shen Zhongyi furrowed his brow and asked, "Yunxiang, if you have something to say, feel free to speak. Is there something your Auntie did wrong?"
"You might as well ask her yourself!" Su Yunxiang huffed angrily, roughly pushing Zhao Xinru down beside Shen Zhongyi. Zhao Xinru's hands were painfully gripped, as if her bones might shatter, yet she held back tears and dared not utter a word.
Seeing this, Shen Zhongyi found the situation increasingly strange. "Xinru, you speak."
"I... I..." Zhao Xinru felt utterly humiliated. How could she bring this up? Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with helplessness and embarrassment.
"Can't say it, can you? Then let me say it for you." A smile played at the corners of Su Yunxiang's mouth, but her gaze was scornful as if looking at a rag. "Uncle, your wife is lonely and has been sneaking men into the house behind your back."
"Xinru would never do such a thing." At first hearing this accusation, Shen Zhongyi's expression changed drastically, but he chose to trust his wife and looked firmly at Su Yunxiang.
"The bed in the back courtyard is the best evidence. Do you want me to take you to see it? Last night, we were busy there all night."
Su Yunxiang's cold words cut mercilessly like a sharp knife into Zhao Xinru's heart. Her face turned pale as paper, and her body swayed slightly.
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