"So what do you want me to do, Cheng Siquan? Do you expect me to go to Hell with you? Ridiculous! I have no reason to ruin my own future for your sake. Neither marriage nor the law can guarantee my safety, so where can I turn for help? Do you think an appeal from me would change your heart? Ridiculous! I, Jiang Mei, am not living for you, Cheng Siquan!"
Every sentence was a needle, each one hitting the mark.
The last statement shattered Cheng Siquan's illusions.
With those words, Jiang Mei stood up, "The one who sees clearly is me; the one who is blind is you. But the one who sees clearest is our son. He asked me to pass a message to you."
"Dongzi, he—" Hearing about his son, Cheng Siquan's eyes lit up with a different expression, "What did he say?"
