Yan Qingsi could see the hatred and anger in Yan Ruke's eyes — suppressed but not released. Seeing that, she purposely added fuel to fire, saying, "However… come to think of it, he's not your man anymore. Or should I say, he was never your man. Don't you think so, my dear aunt?"
Yan Ruke's face lost color. Her body was shaking and her eyes were a watery mess. That look of forcing back tears was enough to make anyone take pity on her.
"Qingsi, do things really need to be this way between us?"
"Why not?"
Yan Ruke bit her lip. "Can't we be like when we were younger? Can't we go back to the good old days? I can give Yue Tingfeng to you, just promise me you'll stop all this and be good again, can you?"
Yan Qingsi sniggered. "Obviously not. This is who I am. As you said, I'm a bad woman, I'm a slut. I told you three years ago, as long as I'm alive, all of you will never have a peaceful day to go by. Until now, I still live by these words."
