At this moment, not only was Jiang Lan speechless, but even Lin Yuezhi, the person being defended, felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Qin Yuehan felt a chill rise in his heart upon hearing Su Qinghe’s words, his handsome face revealing traces of anger.
But Su Qinghe remained completely unaware, or perhaps, having long been accustomed to the world of romance and pleasure, he was already well-versed in women’s arrogant psychology and thus did not fear Qin Yuehan, the Lord of the Jiang family.
Seeing the coldness in Qin Yuehan’s eyes, Jiang Lan felt a pang of heartache. In front of everyone, she reached out and held Qin Yuehan’s hand.
Then, turning to Su Qinghe, she said, “I don’t know what you are, but how dare a mere courtesan like you speak of my Husband?”
As soon as Jiang Lan’s words fell, Su Qinghe’s face turned pale, and large tears instantly streamed from his eyes.
Su Qinghe could not believe that Jiang Lan would say such words to him.
The commotion here was too great. Another Top Courtesan, who had been sitting in the corner, approached at Lin Yuezhi’s signal, intending to pull Su Qinghe away.
However, Su Qinghe remained motionless. He lifted his gaze, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Jiang Lan, appearing utterly heartbroken.
[Host, don’t you think you’re acting like a scumbag?] System 009’s voice emerged again, its mechanical tone faintly echoing.
“Whether I’m a scumbag or not, I don’t know, but you’re definitely not human,” Jiang Lan retorted in her mind.
Standing to the side, Qin Yuehan’s innate pride prevented him from behaving like Su Qinghe.
Thus, he could only passively watch Jiang Lan, his palms stained with blood.
Seeing Su Qinghe’s pitiable state, Hu Yue ultimately could not bear it.
She stepped forward and said to Su Qinghe, “Young Master Su, Jiang Husband is Jiang Lan’s rightful Head Husband, and his words and actions have their reasons. Although you were invited by Miss Lin as a mediator, you have overstepped your bounds.”
Hu Yue’s expression was so sincere that Su Qinghe was momentarily stunned.
The Top Courtesan from the Orchid Pavilion beside him was quick-witted and took the opportunity to pull Su Qinghe, dragging him to the corner.
Only after Su Qinghe was pulled away did Qin Yuehan slowly come back to his senses, his Peach blossom eyes appearing especially captivating due to his confusion.
Jiang Lan looked at him, her grip on his wrist unconsciously tightening.
She had been closely watching Qin Yuehan’s condition and naturally knew how heartbreaking the wounds on his palms were.
She pulled Qin Yuehan aside and carefully unfolded his hand.
“Does it hurt?” Jiang Lan asked softly, then leaned down and gently blew on Qin Yuehan’s palm.
The warm, moist breath on his palm left Qin Yuehan staring blankly at Jiang Lan, his eyes looking particularly innocent due to his bewilderment.
When Jiang Lan straightened up, she met Qin Yuehan’s Peach blossom eyes, and her heart raced wildly, as if a deer were crashing about.
Perhaps it was really because of this body.
Because at this moment, she felt like a beast.
Gazing into Qin Yuehan’s tender, watery Peach blossom eyes, the desire rising in her heart was so intense that she dared not look up at him.
“You must be hungry. Let me take you to eat,” Jiang Lan said softly, taking his hand and leading him toward the private booth in the pavilion.
Not far away, Lin Yuezhi and the other were left stunned by her actions.
Seeing Jiang Lan settle Qin Yuehan, she then directly took her seat at the banquet that Lin Yuezhi had prepared in advance.
Lin Yuezhi and Hu Yue exchanged glances before slowly walking over to sit opposite Jiang Lan, with Hu Yue following closely behind.
Lin Yuezhi had invited Jiang Lan entirely because her mother, Lin Moyu, had pressured her with threats of physical punishment.
The only reason she had invited Su Qinghe was because he had previously claimed with absolute certainty that he and Jiang Lan shared a deep bond.
However, upon seeing Jiang Lan arrive with Qin Yuehan, Lin Yuezhi realized that today’s banquet might backfire.
Yet the scene before her was beyond her expectations.
Once all the dishes were served, Jiang Lan seemed to forget the earlier unpleasantness, eating and drinking as if nothing had happened.
“Aren’t you going to eat? I plan to take my husband out for a stroll later,” Jiang Lan spoke up, her gaze carrying a hint of confusion as she looked at Lin Yuezhi.
Hearing this, Lin Yuezhi glanced up, her eyes falling on Qin Yuehan and his servant, who had been seated separately not far away, a somewhat incredulous expression appearing in her eyes.
“I’ll eat,” Lin Yuezhi said, picking up her chopsticks before waving her hand to signal the attendants of Orchid Pavilion to withdraw.
Su Qinghe had never imagined that all his schemes would end up stillborn in such a manner.
Once the Orchid Pavilion attendants had left the pavilion, the private room was left with only Jiang Lan and her husband, along with Lin Yuezhi and Hu Yue.
Lin Yuezhi looked at the strikingly beautiful Jiang Lan seated opposite her, recalling Lin Moyu’s threats, and gritted her teeth before adopting a formal tone.
“Jiang Lan, I shouldn’t have mocked you like that before. I was wrong. But now I’ve paid a considerable price for it, so why don’t we just let bygones be bygones?” Lin Yuezhi said, her expression open and direct.
However, while her demeanor was frank, there was little genuine remorse behind it.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen such a place to host Jiang Lan, nor would she have brought Su Qinghe along—who knows whom she truly looked down upon in her heart.