Qiao Yin gritted her teeth and asked, "She agreed to be with you? To be your secret lover? Or a tool to warm your bed? My mother may have died early, but do you think I don't have any impression of her? Do you think I don't understand her at all? She would never do such a thing!"
Gu Chengqiao's gaze involuntarily shifted elsewhere, not daring to meet Qiao Yin's gaze.
After a long time, he spoke hoarsely, "No, it wasn't either of those. I told her I was already divorced. I would marry her, and that's why she accepted me."
Raging fury and massive grief swept over Qiao Yin, she could barely believe it: "You, what did you say?"
"You heard correctly, I lied to your mother."
Gu Chengqiao didn't expect to have to unearth that hidden past after so long and to pour salt onto his own wounds.
