"What are you doing here, you woman who brought death to my son? Our Chen Family doesn't welcome you."
Madam Chen did not accept her gift, but said with a gloomy face, making the atmosphere of the entire hall grow heavy.
At this moment, everyone in the hall was looking at Shen Xueman, even those who hadn't known her identity before probably understood now that this elegantly poised woman must be the widow of Chen Zilong.
Shen Xueman's body trembled slightly, but she did not retort. Perhaps it had to do with her character; she merely lowered her head, biting her lips lightly. This kind of humiliation was not new to her; every visit to the Chen Family was an ordeal.
She used to think that for the sake of love, she could disregard everything, bear any humiliation and slander, but now the identity of Chen Zilong's widow had become a nightmare for her.
