Leng Youchen knew that Gu Chengjue was setting a trap for him to fall into, all because he couldn't stand that there were stories between them that he didn't know. As he observed the way that the little woman by his side shyly covered her face, he wanted to know even more.
"Who doesn't have an embarrassing story or two from their youth? I'm actually quite curious."
Gu Chengjue was just waiting for him to take the bait. He leisurely sipped his red wine, an '82 Lafite from his cellar, rich in flavor, biding his time until Leng Youchen was sufficiently intrigued. Then he said, "That year, Ningning must have been fifteen, drunk, she clung to me saying, when she grew up she wanted to marry me and become my wife."
The atmosphere around Leng Youchen suddenly turned cold. He glanced at his wife as if nothing had happened and said indifferently, "Children speak without thinking, how can you take it seriously?"
