Even though Yan Xiaye had long been utterly disillusioned with familial affection, witnessing it first-hand still unavoidably twisted her heart once more.
Yan Shuirou did not let go of any opportunity to hurt her, sweeping her gaze over her and immediately assuming a helpless and pitiful attitude, trembling and shrinking into Mother Yan's embrace. It was as if she was monopolizing that position that Yan Xiaye had yearned for but could never attain, being coaxed in hushed tones by Mother Yan, as though she had suffered some grand injustice.
With Mother Yan already adopting this attitude, there was even less need to mention Yan Jianguo.
He casually lit a cigarette, puffing smoke amid Shen Aili's disgusted looks. After all, in his view, as long as the Li Family kept providing him with an endless stream of money, it didn't matter which daughter married into the Li Family—he, as a father, would not lose out.
