The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Not long after, Zhu Yunque returned from Zhu Zheng in shame.

She looked in the direction of Deng Shentong's courtyard, her face turned red and white, and her expression became very ugly.

Is what the uncle said true? Deng Shentong was actually with that man in the room just now...

When Zhu Yunque thought of this, an unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart.

No, she had to go and see who was the shameless person who interfered with other people's marriages and made the man whom she tried her best to win be willing to submit.

Zhu Yunque walked quickly to Deng Shentong's bedroom door. Just as he was about to push it open, he heard voices coming from inside.

"Are you cool?"

A man's low, teasing voice was heard.

"It's so cool, so cool... Zhang Yi, you are really sick."

Deng Shentong cursed in pain, and there seemed to be a hint of shyness in his resentment.

Zhang Yi?

Is that the male host from the bar?

Why could he, a servant of low birth, get together with Deng Shentong, while she could never get the treatment that a legitimate wife should receive?

When Zhu Yunque heard this, she was so angry that she trembled all over. She pushed the door open and rushed in.

Deng Shentong was lying on the bed in dishevel, while Zhang Yi was sitting beside the bed with a playful smile on his face and one of his big hands on Deng Shentong's waist.

Zhu Yunque pointed at Zhang Yi and shouted angrily, "How dare you seduce my husband, you bitch!"

Zhang Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, slowly pulled down the clothes around Deng Shentong's waist, withdrew his hand, and did not take Zhu Yunque's words to heart at all.

Deng Shentong looked up at her in surprise when he heard this, frowned, raised his body and said, "Miss Zhu, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhu Yunque wasn't going to listen at all. She glared at Deng Shentong, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Zhu Yunque's eyes widened, "I heard it with my own ears, the two of you were in the room, making unpleasant noises in broad daylight.

"And you're covered with a quilt in your dishevelled clothes, is that fake?" After saying that, she rushed forward and raised her hand, ready to slap Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi quickly grabbed Zhu Yunque's wrist and said coldly, "Miss Zhu, watch your words. I'm not someone you can just touch."

Zhu Yunque struggled to break free from Zhang Yi's restraints, but to no avail. She gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Let me go!"

Hearing this, Deng Shentong's face darkened, "Zhu Yunque, stop slandering us! We have nothing."

"Nothing? You're still saying nothing even though you're taking off your clothes?" Zhu Yunque snorted coldly, "I heard it all! You kept shouting no no... cough cough! In short, it was all dirty talk!"

"You..." Deng Shentong was so angry that he couldn't speak.

At this time, Zhang Yi on the side spoke up, "Ms. Zhu, you misunderstood. The master and I were indeed in the room, but he took off his clothes because I was giving him a massage."

Zhu Yunque was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting such an explanation. "Massage?"

Zhang Yi nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, Miss Zhu. Deng Shentong has been under a lot of work pressure recently. As his servant, I naturally have to help him relieve his fatigue."

Zhu Yunque looked at Zhang Yi and Deng Shentong doubtfully, trying to find a flaw in their expressions. "Is it really just a massage?"

Deng Shentong took a deep breath and tried his best to make his voice sound calm.

"Zhu Yunque, you misunderstood. There is nothing wrong between Zhang Yi and me. The sound you heard might be because my muscles were tense and I felt a little uncomfortable during the massage."

Zhu Yunque's anger seemed to have eased, but she was still a little suspicious. "Then...then why did you say 'no'?"

Deng Shentong looked a little embarrassed, but he still explained. "Sometimes the massage technique is too strong and you will scream out involuntarily. This is normal."

Zhu Yunque was silent for a while, then slowly put down his hand.

"In that case, I will trust you this time. However, if I find out that you really have done something improper..."

"Nothing like that will happen."

Zhang Yi interrupted her, his tone firm. "Ms. Zhu, don't worry, we are all gentlemen."

Zhu Yunque nodded, but there was still a hint of distrust in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll trust you for now. However, I hope you can be more careful in the future. There are so many servants here. Don't let them misunderstand that the head of the Deng family actually has this kind of habit."

After saying that, Zhu Yunque turned and left the room, leaving Deng Shentong and Zhang Yi looking at each other in bewilderment.

Deng Shentong subconsciously reached out and rubbed his lower abdomen, but before he had time to clean it up, it felt terribly sore and swollen inside.

However, Zhu Yunque didn't notice it. He still let out a long sigh and looked at Zhang Yi and said:

"Your explanation is quite timely. I thought you would admit it directly."

Zhang Yi smiled and let go of Deng Shentong's hand. "How could that be? If I told you, you would be so embarrassed that you would die."

Deng Shentong angrily reached out to hit him, but it hit his lower back, causing him to grimace in pain, with tears welling up in his beautiful eyes.

"Isn't it all your fault? Why are you pretending to be innocent at this moment? You dared to do that even when she's outside the door... you lunatic!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yi hurried forward to support Deng Shentong, with a look of concern on his face. "Are you okay?"

Deng Shentong gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and glared at Zhang Yi. "How dare you ask?"

Zhang Yi gently rubbed his waist, trying to ease his pain. "Master, I just couldn't help it, didn't I?"

Deng Shentong snorted: "When will you be able to control it?"

"If I restrain myself, wouldn't that mean I'm disappointing you? What, are you unhappy?" Zhang Yi said, revealing that sinister smile again.

Deng Shentong shook his head helplessly. He knew that he could do nothing about this guy's outrageous behavior, but it was already a blessing that Zhang Yi could help him resolve the embarrassing situation at the critical moment.

"alright,"

Deng Shentong adjusted his sitting posture and tried to look normal. "This matter ends here. I don't want to hear any more gossip about it."

Zhang Yi nodded, indicating that he understood. "Master, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Deng Shentong sighed, knowing that Zhang Yi would handle the matter properly and that the servants should be sent away in advance.

He now only hoped that Zhu Yunque would truly believe their explanation and stop causing trouble.

"Go ahead, I need to wash up." Deng Shentong waved his hand, indicating that Zhang Yi could leave.

Zhang Yi stood up, looked at Deng Shentong deeply, then turned and walked out of the room, leaving Deng Shentong alone in the room to ponder.

Deng Shentong was leaning against the head of the bed, his silver hair scattered messily on his body. If Zhu Yunque had lifted his clothes just now, she would have seen his messy body.

He closed his eyes tiredly, the chaotic scene just now echoing in his mind.

He knew that the relationship between him and Zhang Yi had become increasingly difficult to cut off, and the appearance of Zhu Yunque undoubtedly added a layer of subtle tension to this relationship.

He had to find a way to put an end to all this.

Otherwise, the relationship between him and Zhang Yi would sooner or later become a handle for others to attack him.

Only when you are completely at the top will you not dare to point fingers at them.

Zhu Yunque gritted his teeth and walked towards his own yard.

Along the way, her mood became increasingly heavy, as if a heavy burden was pressing on her.

After returning to the room, Zhu Yunque closed the door and sat alone on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Should she believe what Deng Shentong said?

At first, she thought that Deng Shentong brought Zhang Yi back just to treat him as a pet.

But her uncle actually told her that Deng Shentong, such a cold and abstinent man, was actually having sex with a servant in the room in broad daylight.

Zhu Yunque's heart was filled with doubts and resentment.

She couldn't accept this fact. She always thought that she was Deng Shentong's real wife and the one who should get all his attention and love.

Even though Deng Shentong treated her very coldly before, she thought that it was because her uncle had a bad relationship with him, and sooner or later Deng Shentong would accept her.

Even if this marriage was just a bargaining chip, she was unwilling to accept it... Could it be that a woman of her background was not as good as that big and strong man?

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost pierced her palms.

Zhu Yunque knew that she didn't actually have many feelings for Deng Shentong.

She might have had some beautiful imaginations before getting married, but when the other party clearly stated that they had drawn a line in the sand, she would take the initiative to get close to him again and again according to her uncle's orders.

She considered herself an excellent woman, and Deng Shentong made her feel very frustrated.

Zhu Zheng even forced her to have a child from the Deng family in order to obtain the inheritance rights of the Deng family.

But in this situation, Deng Shentong has never touched her, and they don't even live with her.

Zhu Yunque stood up, walked to the dressing table, and adjusted her appearance in front of the mirror.

Her eyes became firm. She wanted to make Deng Shentong understand that she, Zhu Yunque, was the most suitable person for him.

Zhu Yunque took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked towards Deng Yuanbo's study with firm steps.

She knew it would be a difficult conversation, but she was ready to win her husband back no matter what.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand one thing from beginning to end.

Since she doesn't love Deng Shentong, how could he look at her straight in the eye?

Even if Deng Yuanbo came forward, he would not be able to interfere with Deng Shentong's emotions.

At the same time, Deng Shentong was washing himself in the bathroom, trying to calm down.

He knew that being caught by Zhu Yunque was just the beginning, and his relationship with Zhang Yi might face more tests in the future.

He closed his eyes, and Zhang Yi's face, always with a playful smile, appeared in his mind.

Deng Shentong sighed softly.

So what? He chose it himself.

Naturally, he had already made all the necessary preparations.