"Meilin!"
Liao Hong was furious when she heard Fan Meilin bring up her mother; he knew better than others that she hated being called the puppet of her mother and yet —
Fan Meilin curled his lips in a sneer. He said to her, "This will be my last warning to you, Madam Liao. You better stay away from my wife; she and I are doing much better, as you can already see; she didn't even cause any trouble when you tried to provoke her just now."
"Isn't it because she doesn't remember what happened between me and you?" She pulled out a cigar and brought it to her lips. "Once I subtly remind her of the past, do you think that she will stay quiet like this? I don't think any woman will be able to accept a mer whose virtue has been lost. Not once but more than once."
"Don't you dare—"
