Because of all the commotion that was going down in the living room, Si Jinfang's rest was broken. With a broddy look on his face, he walked out of his room and stopped a nearby servant.
"What is going on there downstairs? Why is it so noisy?" he demanded.
The servant trembled under Si Jingfang's stern gaze. "M-master... master, that... Miss Song fainted downstairs."
"Miss Song?" Si Jinfang raised his brows.
What was that woman doing here? He wondered slowly but then came to a realization that it was his wife who must have called that woman here. He didn't understand where his wife got this stupid obsession with making Song Ning their son's wife.
Was Song Ning worthy of Si Jingyun? No!
Was her status worthy of being Si Jingyun's wife? No!
Can she be compared to Chen Ziyue? No!
Can a mistress be ever given the position of a wife? No!
