Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 24 - 34: One Must Have Self-Restraint

Su Juan clutched her chest and her eyes turned red as she covered her face with a handkerchief, "Qianhang, you tell me, isn’t your brother too much, too outrageous?!"

[Wuwuwu, my heart, it hurts so much.]

Song Qianhang was slightly taken aback. Yes, after all, they are husband and wife. How could she feel good being treated like that by her husband?

Sister-in-law appeared strong but was actually heartbroken.

He immediately stood up for Su Juan and joined in the scolding, "Big brother is too much, too outrageous, simply inhuman!"

"And Liang Yin too. Didn’t she know big brother already has a wife? Mother took her in for a few days out of kindness, yet she was so ungrateful."

Hearing Song Qianhang’s scolding, Su Juan burst into tears again, "Wah," [Simply inhuman!]

[An entire table of delicious food, all ruined by him!]

Song Qianhang’s scolding came to an abrupt halt, silent: "..." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

So, all this resentment was because she couldn’t eat from that table of delicious food.

Su Juan secretly peeked at him from the side of her handkerchief, puzzled: [Didn’t you say you were going out to play during the day? Why haven’t you left yet?]

[If I say I want to go outside now, will he realize I was faking my crying?]

"Qianhang, what am I going to do in the future, wuwuwu!"

After a moment of silence, Song Qianhang tentatively asked, "Well... shall we go out for a walk?"

Su Juan’s crying stopped abruptly, her eyes red as she looked at him, "Isn’t it inappropriate? Your big brother is still being punished..."

[Decency is important; I shouldn’t agree too quickly.]

[Come on, ask me again!]

"..."

Looking into Su Juan’s bright, sparkling eyes, Song Qianhang sighed, "It’s really not ideal. Then you should rest early, I’ll go by myself."

As he spoke, he turned and left.

Su Juan’s eyes widened in surprise: "???"

[Why is he not following the script?]

[Don’t you have any compassion?]

She hurriedly caught up with Song Qianhang, her expression showing she had gone through intense internal struggle before finally compromising, "I’ve thought it over. Staying here makes me sad; it’s better to go out and get some fresh air."

Song Qianhang: "..." Looks like three acts were still not enough.

...

That night, after eating their fill, the two of them sneakily climbed over the wall to return. When they passed by the Buddhist hall, Su Juan suddenly stopped and perked up her ears.

Song Qianhang looked at her puzzled, "What’s the matter?"

Su Juan squinted, "Didn’t you hear something?"

Song Qianhang: "?"

Su Juan tiptoed closer to the ancestral hall, looking curious, and curiosity instantly got the better of Song Qianfan too, so he followed her.

As they got closer, they could faintly hear a man and a woman arguing inside.

Song Qianfan’s voice could be heard from inside, his voice low and growling, "You little vixen, you ruined me today!"

Liang Yin sounded aggrieved, "Yin’er apologizes to you..."

Su Juan’s eyes lit up, [Wow! This is thrilling!]

Song Qianhang was taken aback, what the heck?

Could it be that big brother and that Liang Yin were at it again...

Big brother was really shameless!!!

Su Juan stretched out her finger and poked through the paper window, her eyes wide open, eagerly watching the scene, as if she was there to learn.

The Buddhist hall at the Prince Jing Mansion was large, and they could vaguely see the two people inside.

Su Juan’s eyes widened in shock.

[Oh my god!]

[This Liang Yin is really something!]

[How come Song Qianfan is as stiff as a wooden plank?]

Listening to Su Juan’s vivid descriptions, Song Qianhang’s mind began to conjure up images, his ears flushed red, "Stop watching, let’s leave!"

If they got caught, it would be bad.

Su Juan waved her hand, "No rush, no rush, let me watch a bit more."

Then she pointed to the space beside her, enthusiastically inviting Song Qianhang to join, since such an opportunity to witness this firsthand didn’t come often!

Song Qianhang repeatedly refused, standing firmly like a gentleman, he would never stoop to eavesdropping.

Suddenly, Su Juan exclaimed, [Oh my! Song Qianfan is quite an eyesore!]

Song Qianhang immediately perked up, what was an eyesore?

Was it what he thought?!

[No way.]

[What could be...]

Song Qianhang: "??"

What was sister-in-law talking about?

[Was that all???]

Song Qianhang: "!"

Big brother was too fast!

[Sigh, poor Liang Yin, acting so hard, it’s not easy, not easy at all.]

Song Qianhang: "..."

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic for big brother.

A moment later, there was more noise inside. She disdainfully commented, [Here we go again...]

Song Qianhang: Looks like big brother is still up to it.

[And it’s over again.]

Song Qianhang: ???

[Song Qianfan really is quite inept, yet loves playing around.]

Song Qianhang: ...such a fitting description.

Su Juan turned to look at Song Qianhang, her expression complex, with an indescribable look in her eyes.

Song Qianhang was unnerved by her gaze, coughed lightly, "What is it?"

Su Juan’s eyes bore a hint of sympathy, "Nothing."

Song Qianhang looked at her suspiciously.

[I’ve heard these things are somewhat hereditary, if the elder brother is no good, the younger one probably isn’t much better.]

Song Qianhang instantly blushed, nonsense!!!

[Sigh, such a pity.]

Su Juan sighed and walked away.

Song Qianhang was so irked he couldn’t sleep all night, tossing and turning, wishing he could prove himself right then and there.

But he wasn’t Song Qianfan; he couldn’t bring himself to such shamelessness.

...

The next day at the court, Su Juan was clearly sleep-deprived, yawning continuously.

When the Minister of Revenue passed by, Su Juan immediately perked up, respectfully greeting, "Minister Wei."

However, the Minister of Revenue just snorted coldly with a dark face and walked on.

These past few days, Su Juan, this Vice Director, had caused him no small amount of trouble. She had no clue how to be tactful in handling matters, meticulously calculating everything, the number of account books he had returned to her and the indirect hints he had given!

Some accounts didn’t need to be so clear!

Yet Su Juan, whether genuinely clueless or pretending, kept calculating every detail more and more precisely.

With the year-end approaching, it vexed him to the point of sleeplessness, how could His Majesty assign such a character to the Ministry of Revenue?

Watching the Minister of Revenue fuming, glaring, and seemingly ready to cut someone, Su Juan blinked. After all, he was her superior; as a subordinate, she ought to show concern.

So she turned to her long-ignored notes, astonished, [Could it be... the Minister of Revenue found out his newborn daughter wasn’t his?]

Daughter?

Not his?!

The officials present got excited: "!!!"