Zheng Dan's eyes occasionally swept over the two of them, her expression thoughtful.

After eating for a while, Sang Qian stood up and said, "I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'll go back and rest first."

Sang Hong and Zu An naturally didn't stop her, and both told her to take care of her health.

Sang Qian got up, took a few steps, and then stopped: "Brother Zu can come to the mansion more often these days to discuss the case with Father. You can stay here at night. Anyway, there's no one at your home, and it would be troublesome to go back."

Zu An's expression was strange: "Thank you, Sister Xiaoqian."

What does she mean by this? Why did she keep me here on purpose?

Sang Hong sighed inwardly. He knew his daughter's thoughts. Although she hated what he had done, she was always a rational person. Knowing that things had already happened, she would think about how to maximize her benefits.

Having Zu'an stay at the mansion these days clearly indicates an attempt to increase the chances of conceiving a child.

Of course, he knew that his daughter was determined not to lower herself to deal with Zu'an or anything like that again, and most likely wanted to pass the task on to Zheng Dan.

After all, she had thought it through. If she couldn't get pregnant in the next few days, they would have to go to Yunzhong County. If Zheng Dan got pregnant again later, no one would believe that she was Qian'er's posthumous child.

Everyone at the table had their own thoughts, but this time Zu'an was careful and didn't drink too much.

After the banquet ended, Aunt Mu led him to the guest room: "Young Master Zu, this is the room you stayed in last night. From now on, it will be your private room. You can come and stay anytime."

"Thank you, Aunt Mu." Zu An felt that her words sounded strange, as if there was an underlying meaning.

After the night had fallen and all was quiet, Zu An quietly left the room and went to Sang Qian's boudoir.

He came over often, and naturally he learned the layout of each room.

"Who is it?" Sang Qian's alert voice came from inside when she heard the knocking.

"Little Qian, it's me. I have something I'd like to talk to you about." Zu An couldn't quite figure out her attitude, so he decided to talk to her first.

“We have nothing to talk about.” Sang Qian took a deep breath. “Don’t feel guilty. Just pretend nothing happened yesterday.”

“How can you pretend this didn’t happen?” Zuan said, somewhat frustrated. “To be honest, I’m a little confused about what your plans are.”

"I'm a girl and I don't mind, why are you, a grown man, being so fussy!" Sang Qian retorted angrily. "Or do you want to take this opportunity to bully me again? If that's really what you're thinking, just push the door open and barge in."

She had barely finished speaking when the door creaked open from the outside.

Sitting on the bed, Sang Qian looked completely bewildered: "???"