"What do you mean by sleep? What did she sleep with him for!"
Jiang Ziyu turned her head back and warned with dissatisfaction, "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Isn't what I said the truth? There's still someone's drool on this chest." Di Mingjue tugged at his pajamas in front of his collar and showed it to her.
The clothes were dark, and nothing could be seen from a distance. Jiang Ziyu lowered her head and touched the corner of her mouth. She heard a light laugh and immediately realized he was teasing her.
"You!" Jiang Ziyu put her hands on her hips and glared at him, puffing out her cheeks.
Di Mingjue still had a playful attitude. He hooked his clothes and said seriously, "If you don't believe me, come and see if there is any."
She wouldn't fall for it!
Jiang Ziyu turned and walked into the bathroom. To prevent him from following, she locked the door from the inside.
After washing up, she changed into the clothes she had brought. Looking at her refreshed and sober self in the mirror, Jiang Ziyu came out of the bathroom and also left the room.
When she came downstairs, Wu Xuerou was standing in the kitchen, instructing the servants to prepare tremella soup for her.
"Sister-in-law."
Jiang Ziyu was about to go to the courtyard for some fresh air to clear her mind when Wu Xuerou stuck to her.
Standing under the eaves, Wu Xuerou saw that Jiang Ziyu seemed to be in a bad mood. She tried to guess her emotions and pretended to be close as she asked with concern, "Have you and brother-in-law made up?"
A whole night had passed, and she was still thinking about this!
Jiang Ziyu never expected that the person most concerned about her and Di Mingjue's relationship at the Di residence would be her.
Smiling helplessly, Jiang Ziyu teased, "What do you think? Should we make up, or should we argue even more fiercely?"
As soon as she said this, Wu Xuerou looked awkward. Her eyes darted around with calculations, and her plans were almost overflowing.
"Instead of having time to care about other people's marital relationships, why not spend more time on your own husband? Don't blame me for being a busybody, you should pay more attention to your husband!" Jiang Ziyu reminded her kindly.
Before Wu Xuerou could come up with a countermeasure, Jiang Ziyu had already turned the tables on her.
What could Di Ruihe possibly be up to?
He was a silent type, unable to utter a single word for half a day. What trouble could he get into?
Wu Xuerou said confidently, "Sister-in-law, I understand what you mean, but I know Ruihe. He's not the type to flirt around."
"Is that so?" Jiang Ziyu retorted.
This retort stumped Wu Xuerou.
Could it be that she had seen something? Wu Xuerou stared at Jiang Ziyu, trying to discern something from her face.
Seeing that Wu Xuerou was swayed, Jiang Ziyu gave her an indescribable look and walked down the steps.
Watching her back, Wu Xuerou turned and entered the front hall. After thinking it over, she felt something was wrong and took out her phone to contact Di Ruihe.
She called again and again, but no one answered.
Her already suspicious heart was instantly ignited. Wu Xuerou looked at the busy servants at home and, like a shrew, ran up and grabbed one of them by the arm, "What time did Ruihe leave this morning?"
The servant was taken aback and quickly explained, "Second Young Master was not home last night."
That's right, Wu Xuerou came to her senses. If she calculated carefully, she hadn't seen him for two days. She let go of the servant's hand and ran upstairs. When she came down again, she had changed her clothes.
In the courtyard, Jiang Ziyu watched Wu Xuerou emerge hurriedly, dressed in dazzling clothes. As she passed by, she heard the humming sound from her nose.
"Sister-in-law, where are you going?" Jiang Ziyu asked intentionally.
Her hidden thoughts had been guessed, so Wu Xuerou didn't say a word. She tilted her hips, twisted her slender waist, and left the courtyard.
Here we go again!
Jiang Ziyu shook her head and continued to stand in the courtyard, relaxing her body.
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Di Jue Group.
In order to secure a place in the company, Di Ruihe had moved into the company. After a hasty breakfast of bread, he was active in various departments.