That cold, disdainful look in her eyes made Qi Yunqian's heart bitter, but his face grew even colder, his aura oppressive, his brows tightly furrowed as he slowly spoke, "Shiwei, in your heart, am I really such a despicable person?"
In her heart, was he really that despicable?
To stalk his ex-wife?
Song Shiwei nodded straightforwardly, "Yes."
Her eyes slightly curved, yet thick with sarcasm, "If you weren't despicable, you wouldn't have used such means to lock me up for two years for your 'white moonlight'."
At the mention of this, Qi Yunqian's straight back slightly slumped, his heart as if weighted down by a heavy stone, both stuffy and painful, making it hard for him to breathe.
"That matter was my fault. I've already spoken to some people to make Fu Yu pay the price she ought to," Qi Yunqian closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.
"So what?" Song Shiwei laughed, the mockery on her face intensifying, "Do I need to be grateful to you?"
