These past few days, she had been crying so miserably that whenever she thought about those pictures, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
"Hmph, I'm heartless? Ye Xinjia, Miss Ye, have you ever looked at yourself, accusing me of being heartless? If it weren't for me, could you even manage to get married in this lifetime? With your looks? How many scions of wealthy families would want to marry you?" Tang Zhenghao was truly drunk, saying things he would never say sober—out came the truths deep down!
What's it mean to add insult to injury?
This was it!
Ye Xinjia's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the staggering man before her.
Suddenly, with a sharp scream, "Ahh," she surged forward, seized the man by the shoulders, and shook him vigorously, "Tang Zhenghao, what did you just say? You're spouting nonsense, aren't you? How can you treat me like this? I'm your lawfully wedded wife! You love me, don't you?"
