Out of all her daughters, Wang Mei was undoubtedly the epitome of a "good girl"—no bad habits, no rebellious streaks.
So, watching her walk off toward an isolated spot with a strange man filled Xinyue Zhilan with an overwhelming stung of discomfort.
She trusted Wang Mei's character, believed that her daughter would come back soon and wouldn't do anything "excessive" that might cause her to lose something precious in such a strange place.
"Tomorrow..." Rather than making a scene tonight, Zhilan resolved, "Tomorrow morning...I'll have a serious talk with my 'good' daughter and teach her a few things about 'good' men.'
She frowned slightly. 'If I don't, she might really be tricked into bed one day.'
Yet, she had no idea that her good Wang Mei was on the path of disappointing her—and doing exactly that "excessive" thing she feared.
Half an hour later, Wang Mei returned, her steps soft on the sand as she approached the gathering.