Ding Mulian finally regained her senses, one side of her face still stinging with pain. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Daddy… I – I'm sorry… I didn't mean anything I said. I just got so mad seeing your injuries, sorry…sorry, please forgive me, I beg you."
Yue Pengcheng glanced at Ding Fu. He grunted, "Hmph… You all better be more careful next time."
"Dad, Mom, was it Su Ningmei who orchestrated last night's incident?" Ding Jinkui asked.
"If not her, then who?" Ding Mulian said, her voice small.
Tears silently streamed down Ding Fu's cheeks. Yue Pengcheng refused to say anything—he refused to mention anything related to last night's events. Once he did, he would remember everything.
The image of the dumb cuckold was branded into his mind like iron, unable to be wiped away from memory for the rest of his life.
