All night, Su Liuying had not slept well; she was trapped in a nightmare. She dreamed that her scandalous photos with Lin Runjie were plastered on every newspaper and magazine, and everyone she encountered pointed fingers and whispered about her.
"You're really cheap! Marrying such a good man, and still not cherishing him!"
"Exactly, if this were ancient times, you'd be drowned in a pig cage!"
...
"No, I didn't, it's all fake, fake, someone's out to frame me!"
Su Liuying defended herself loudly in distress, but those people simply wouldn't listen. They kept pointing at her nose and cursing, nonstop.
"Liuying!"
At the familiar voice, Su Liuying immediately turned around and threw herself into Mother Su's arms, "Mother Su, they don't believe me, you have to believe me, right?"
"Ah, Liuying, you've really disappointed Mother Su! Tianyou is such a nice child, how could you bear to hurt him!"
