Someone once said: 'The worst feeling in the world is the feeling of guilt.'
But the worst kind of guilt is when you haven't even done anything wrong. That was the kind of guilt in Ye Jie. He merely gave in to his brother's tantrum but now his wife's glare was like scorching heat making him resolve: 'I'll never give in to Ye Jun's tantrums ever again. It'll be a lot easy to avoid him than to face Xu Mey's glare.'
"My dear husband," Normally, Ye Jie would have been happy to hear the way she addressed him but now, he could feel the sarcasm clearly dripping from her words. "Your younger brother is sick and you know it's not healthy for him to eat such food. Yet you brought it?"
Ye Jie looked at the ground submissively not facing her. "It's not my fault. He played the emotional blackmailing card. I couldn't fight with it."
