Lin Hao felt a complicated mix of emotions the moment he heard his wife's words. He was partly relieved that her resentment was driven by envy over her sister's better life and not because of her desire to be Feng Zhexuan's woman.
But at the same time, he was still disheartened by her belief that he wasn't as good as Feng Zhexuan and her life as Lin Hao's wife was worse than Feng Zhexuan's wife.
Watching her mutter to herself, he said coldly, "Lingling, your sister is Feng Zhexuan's wife."
"Why are you so sure?" Yan Lingling asked with disbelief.
"Because Feng Zhexuan is already married, and my father found out that his wife's name is Yan Yuling," Lin Hao dropped the bomb.
Upon hearing this, Yan Lingling staggered and muttered, "No way, that's impossible. It was impossible for Feng Zhexuan to agree to marry that ugly and fat woman back then. That woman was supposed to be married to an old, ugly man. How did she end up with Feng Zhexuan?"
