Jiang Yi's words were naturally in jest. Seeing Ran Qingchen's slightly furrowed brows and displeased expression, her lips, red as if painted, curved slightly upwards. She deliberately teased her niece, "What's the matter, Miss Ran? Aren't you the one who said that even sharing a bed wouldn't bother you?"
Ran Qingchen's expression turned sour, and she coldly said, "I naturally do not mind, but after all, I am Jiang Mo's wife in name. It's rather unbecoming for my aunt to humiliate me like this in my presence. Besides, matters between men and women should be consensual. My aunt using a servant as a pawn at will—Jiang Mo would never agree. He is a true gentleman after all."
Jiang Yi smiled faintly at this, "What does it matter to me whether Jiang Mo agrees? Once his clothes are off, some things will no longer be up to him. You know very well what your aunt's temper is like."