Whispers and murmurs persisted unceasingly.
Fortunately, the person was saved and brought back. But the wedding banquet turned into an utter farce.
Mr. Ming's face was stormy as he sat by the bed, his rough fingertips touching the marks left by the noose around Ming Yuan's neck, which then turned into pinching.
Pinch her to death!
He thought that Ming Yuan was being far too inconsiderate of him.
After all the efforts he made for her and their child.
The girl on the cot breathed faintly, as if with one more bit of force from him, her breath would be cut off. The maids in the room, frightened, dared not breathe, yet none dared to stop him.
Mr. Ming abruptly withdrew his hand: "Watch her closely; if there's any slip-up, you needn't bother living either."
With a flick of his sleeve, he strode out, fury burning within him. As he passed the tea table, he smashed the entire tea set to vent his anger.
