But the results of trusting her led to him being deceived by her once again, the irony of it all. How could there be trust when she was never honest with him?
Wei Anning's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Leng Youchen. She stood up, shaking her head vigorously, "Impossible, Leng Youchen, you must be mistaken. I went to the University of London to register two months ago, how could the school not have any record of me?"
"Then I must ask you, my dear wife, how long do you intend to keep up this act?" Leng Youchen said coldly, watching her feign innocence, "Did you think I hadn't investigated you before? Two months ago, you did go to London, precisely on the day the University of London's new students were registering. You've always been mysterious and elusive; you were prepared early on to shed your skin and assume Wei Anning's identity by my side, weren't you?"
