As soon as the words were spoken, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn piercing her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Master Shen’s third grandson. His elders were discussing forcing you two into marriage under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study with me, making love."。