But what did it matter? No matter what Liu Xin had done outside, how many women he had, Wang Youting had held onto the throne of Mrs. Liu for over twenty years. She could only blame Mu Wenxin for not being capable enough; if it weren't her, there would have been others.
If her son had committed a crime, could Mu Wenxin still maintain her high and mighty demeanor in front of her?
Having not seen her for over twenty years, she could always see Mu Wenxin on TV.
Liu Xin often watched Mu Wenxin's performances.
A genius pianist, touring the whole world, she lived so luxuriously, carefree, as if time stood still on her face, leaving not a single mark, her smile as radiant as in her girlhood years. In contrast, she had spent these past twenty-some years by Liu Xin's side, guarding against Liu Zheng seizing power, and also guarding against Liu Xin's other women getting in the way. Her originally pure and beautiful features had become sharp and mean, her face repulsive.
