All he did, when it came to Jiang Muwan, was simply glossed over with the excuse of being a businessman.
Murder might be an understroke, but this was an assault on the heart.
And it was bloodless at that.
Gu Jiangnian's throat tightened, the normally eloquent tycoon who was adept at both charm and debate, now rendered mute and unable to voice his suffering in front of his own wife.
He dared not unleash his torrent of arguments, for if he mentioned love, she would surely retort, "Did I ask you to love me?"
Then, that question, after rounds and rounds, would return to its original place, just like the night they fell down the stairs.
Indeed!
Who made him so spineless, to fall in love?
Whoever falls in love first loses; emotions are indeed something one has to concede to if willing to bet, so whom could he blame?
He cannot blame Jiang Muwan for being heartless and ruthless.
