Not Another Word About This

His adamant denial of guilt was the very thing that spurred Qian Meng on. He hid so much from her. All the time. And it ate away at her. It was cute at times to think he was taking care of her, but when he evaded questions like this… a pattern emerged in her head. 

What was he guilty about? She needed to find out. 

"I just don't understand why you are so secretive about these things, Mo Qingchen."

"And I don't understand why you are so adamant about needing to know all of the details about something that has nothing to do with you."

She sucked in a deep breath. "Nothing to do with me? I am married to you. Is it so wrong of me to want to know something about you?" she asked. 

Mo Qingchen scrunched his eyes closed. Qian Meng sat up, growing more and more agitated.