Sheng Yukai hesitated.
"You go upstairs and stay there, don't come out. I'll go have a look," Bai Xue told her son.
"Okay, just... don't be too hard on her."
Sheng Yukai always had trouble being tough on women—not just Shi Yuke, but any woman he had been intimate with.
"I know, hurry upstairs," she said.
After sending her son away, Bai Xue went to the gatehouse to see Shi Yuke.
Her little face was deathly pale, her lips had turned a purplish-blue from the cold, and she hugged herself tightly, shivering uncontrollably on the narrow bed in the gatehouse!
She looked pitifully small and vulnerable.
Bai Xue thought it was fortunate that her son didn't come; if he had seen Shi Yuke in this state, he would surely have gone soft on her.
Without wasting words, she handed Shi Yuke a bank card: "There's ten million on this. Leave my son."
Shi Yuke didn't take it, shaking her head persistently: "No, I don't want it."
