In a corner of the banquet hall sat a man, a man whose countenance was gloomy yet remained remarkably handsome.
The playful curve that used to reside in his lips had disappeared, leaving behind an icy expression in his eyes as he stared keenly at Tang Qian at the entrance, who was still welcoming guests with a smile.
Mi Zheng had expected Tang Qian to have designs against Mu Lin, yet he did not realize that Tang Qian would use his own wife of over twenty years as bait.
Admittedly, even Mi Zheng couldn't help admiring him for this move.
On this matter, Tang Qian proved himself more ruthless than Mi Zheng; at the very least, Mi Zheng would never scheme against his wife, even if their marriage was only a sham.
The Gong Family was indeed unlucky to have such a son-in-law.
However.
Though reluctant to admit it, Mi Zheng couldn't veil the rage boiling within him. That woman, that woman was his alone to handle, and he would not let anyone else harm her.
