Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, acting coquettishly as she leaned closer to Su Qingyu and whispered, "You're talking about the first time Let me think... it was at the funeral of Third Master Shen. His elders were discussing how to get you two married under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study with me, making love."。