Cheng Zhiwei felt somewhat unsteady on her feet. After all, she was his wife, and in such a setting, he had absolute authority. Yet he showed no intention of defending her, allowing her to be verbally taken advantage of by this group of men.
Bai Zhuzhu leaned in close to Zhou Lin and whispered deliberately, "Brother Lin, this isn't right."
Zhou Lin lit a cigarette, the smoke cold and uncaring, "She asked for it."
Cheng Zhiwei's heart numbed at those three words. She had known all along, so why bother hoping he would help her because she was his wife?
If he had acknowledged her as his wife, he wouldn't have so easily given away the opportunity she had fought so hard for to Bai Zhuzhu.
She could have left right then, but the thought of the lyrics He Ye wrote for her and the music he composed for her song—ending up in Bai Zhuzhu's hands—filled her with boundless courage.
Of course, it was also for herself.
