Lu Ming cradled her head, hung his head down, and sank a hard bite on her tender, small lips.
"Ah!" Jing Yiren screamed in pain.
"Prince Uncle, why did you bite me?"
Lu Ming growled irritably, "I'm your husband! Do you realize that?"
"Husband? How could Uncle be my husband?"
"..."
Jing Yiren suddenly cradled Lu Ming's face, grinned and gave him a sweet smile.
"Prince Uncle! Yiren missed you so much!"
Those words made Lu Ming's already fury-filled face instantly sink like ice.
He drew a sharp breath, his Adam's apple bobbing.
His deep-set eyes flickered, a trace of melancholy sadness flashing across them.
A wave of persistent pain spread in his chest, slowly coagulating and freezing his blood.
In that moment, Lu Ming seemed to comprehend that all this time, the woman he cherished might have only seen him as a replacement in her heart.
