A person without means, how could she have driven away the legitimate wife?
A person without means, how would she have legitimized the mistress so thoroughly?
Jiang Lin as a person, a myriad of deaths could not quell the hatred in her heart.
He pressed down on her head, wanting her to silently suffer this loss, but how could that be?
Jiang Muwan, how could she be someone who would silently swallow such a loss?
When Fu Jing was spouting obscenities to the sky, Jiang Muwan stood up very calmly, and in a gentle tone, said, "Go to sleep!"
"You can still sleep? You have a heart bigger than the sky?" Fu Jing glared back at the person about to walk into the bedroom, almost roaring this sentence out.
"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridgehead."
"With such a Buddhist mindset, why don't you go to Mount Putuo to become a nun?"
Bang—the response to Fu Jing was the crisp sound of a door closing.
