Chapter 1580
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Jing Wenbin stood there, calmly pushing up his gold-rimmed spectacles.
He already had a guess in his heart before, and now that he saw this scene, his guess was even more confirmed.
Jing Wenbin sighed in his heart.
He couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Yanxiu missed Miss Shen too much and mistook her for his sister-in-law ah!
Forget it, forget it. If Yanxiu's heart can be happier because of this, then so be it.
It's just that this Miss Shen suffered, becoming someone else's wife's substitute.
Jing Wenbin thought it through and knew the reason, but Father Shen and Mother Shen didn't know the slightest bit of inside information.
Father Shen and Mother Shen were dumbfounded, looking in disbelief at the two people slowly walking towards them.
"Qingqing, you two are …??" Father Shen finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked.
When they walked in front of Father Shen and Mother Shen, Shen Wanqing wanted to let go of Jing Yanxiu's hand, but she secretly tried to pull it away, only to find that the other party was tightly holding it, and she couldn't pull it away.
After trying a few times and finding that she couldn't break free, Shen Wanqing gave up.
Jing Yanxiu and Shen Wanqing were sitting together. Jing Yanxiu was silent from beginning to end, only sitting there with his head bowed and indifferently playing with Shen Wanqing's hand.
The girl's hand was white and tender, and at a glance, it was clear that her skin was soft and tender, and her fingers had never done any heavy work before.
Because of this, when she tried to break free, the man's grip was stronger, leaving a few very obvious red marks.
Jing Yanxiu slightly lowered his eyes, his brows knitted.
His long, snow-white fingers gently stroked the red marks on the back of the girl's hand, as if he was very vexed and blaming himself.
Shen Wanqing didn't pay too much attention to him, only feeling that her hand was itchy from his touch, but she could still bear it.
At this moment, she was replying to Father Shen's words, "Father, this is Second Master Jing. Daughter coincidentally met Second Master who was lost backstage. Seeing that all the servants in the fu were looking for Second Master, daughter knew that the matter was serious, so she quickly brought Second Master to find Father. "
It wasn't convenient for her and the Second Master to talk about it.
A dead person who had been buried for ten years had suddenly become another person. No matter how one looked at it, it was ridiculous.
He might even be treated as a lunatic or a monster.
Thinking of this, Shen Wanqing felt strange.
How did Second Master know it was him at first glance?
No matter how he looked at it, the idea of being reborn was absurd and laughable.
But Second Master's face was full of confidence. Wasn't he afraid that he was a monster?
After listening to Shen Wanqing's explanation, Father Shen couldn't find any fault with it, so he accepted it. But …
Father Shen looked at the warlord who held his daughter's hand tightly and refused to let go.
Didn't they say that ever since Second Master Jing's wife passed away, he kept himself clean and didn't have a single woman by his side?
Why would the Second Master Jing, who was obsessed with cleanliness and hated women, lower his head and silently hold his daughter's hand?
He even seemed to love it so much that he couldn't bear to part with it.
Just when Father Shen's heart was complicated and he couldn't figure it out, he saw the other party's next action. Everyone in the hall sucked in a cold breath.
The warlord, dressed in military uniform, sat lazily beside the girl with a cold and serious expression. From beginning to end, he was silent and didn't care about the surrounding people's eyes.
He just held the girl's hand lightly, gently stroking the red marks on the back of the girl's hand that were no longer obvious.
But suddenly.
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