Gu Jingze and Lin Che returned to their room. By Gu Xiande's side, the few of them gathered in an anxiety-filled room.
"See how Jingze dotes on that Lin Che so much. It will become his undoing sooner or later," one relative said.
"Exactly. I don't know what exactly this Lin Che has that can keep him wrapped around her finger. Some maids were talking outside about how Jingze actually knelt down to suck her blood," another relative chimed in.
"The eldest son's wife, Yu Minmin, is clearly better than her. She keeps such a low profile and rarely shows herself."
"What can we do about it, then? It's going to be the same in the future and she'll be the headmistress. When that time comes, I think… crying wolf might happen again."
Everyone talked about how they were not happy about Lin Che's performance.
Gu Xiande did not talk. He sat there as the tobacco burned and listened to everyone's complaints.