Shen Zhilie held her down and said, "I'm just giving you an example. You see, the facts have proved that grandmother's words were inaccurate. Sometimes bad luck just happens. It's just an accident. That's all it is!"
"We haven't even gotten married yet. Who can actually guarantee that I'm the wife your grandmother mentioned in the first place? Also, she said it would be difficult for me to have children. So, I think... your real wife in the end might not even be me but someone else instead."
Shen Zhilie had been holding his temper until that point. He could feel an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and frustration emerge from the bottom of his heart, draining him. "Ye Qianqian, do you really believe what grandmother said?"
Ye Qianqian pouted her lips, as if she were being playful or feeling misjudged. "I don't want to believe it, but didn't she say that Youyou would have a second marriage? It did come true. So I think..."
