The rain drenched Ye Chuyi's hair, droplets falling on her face, trickling down her chin.
Yet she hardly noticed.
She listened indifferently as Wen Nianyou exposed that she was the daughter of a servant and a murderer, a fake heiress of the Ye Family.
At the same time, she seriously considered whether, if she rushed to Sheng Tingyuan now, crying, telling him she deceived him out of necessity, and then pitifully begged for his forgiveness—while casually mentioning the surgery she had performed on his mother—he might soften and let her off the hook?
After all, she wasn't the only one who'd deceived him; wasn't there also the whole Ye Family?
If he were to blame someone, it should be the members of the Ye Family, since they were truly the masterminds behind this deception.
Was it because she'd been staring at Sheng Tingyuan for too long that he, very sharply, looked in her direction?
