Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat hard on the locked door.,Even though Su Qingyu was happy for Shen Zhao and Cheng Ruijin, her heart ached like she had been stabbed by a sharp blade. The pain made her tremble throughout her whole body.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, coquettishly leaning closer to Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Master Shen the Third. His elders were discussing using filial piety to arrange your marriage while he was in his study, having a wild night with me."。