Shame burned in Song Jingyan's cheeks, but this was the path she had chosen. Biting her lip, she voiced the question that gnawed at her.
"Wang Li," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "tell me… were you… were you behind the demonic attack on my husband, my son… the delegation?" She leaned her body closer, pressing her curves against his chest, a desperate plea in her eyes. "Please… I need an honest answer. It concerns their lives."
Wang Li remained stoic, his hands trailing possessively down her exposed back. "Neither I, nor the Xia Family, had any involvement in that attack," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion. "You must trust me, Madam Song."
Song Jingyan's gaze lingered on his face, searching for any sign of deceit. His unwavering expression offered a measure of comfort, but doubt still lingered at the edges of her mind. With a resigned nod, she accepted his answer, at least for now.
