Wen Xiuru was taken aback, "What is this?"
Yang Xianhui's eyes were clear, and her voice sonorous, "This is the wedding gift from this general, your childhood sweetheart of over ten years!"
She did not lift the lid of the box, but the heavy thud it made upon touching the ground spoke of its weight and the contents it held within.
Wen Xiuru's eyes shifted, and his displeasure grew instantly.
The notion that gifts he gave could be returned was utterly unacceptable!
He felt not only oppressed by Yang Xianhui's official position but also that her act of returning his gifts was rude and uncouth!
He was about to speak up and rebuke her.
But Yang Xianhui did not give him the chance. With her hands clasped together and full of bravado, she declared, "This general and Young Master Wen have known each other for eighteen years, and were engaged from a young age. Now that Young Master Wen has found a new love, let's consider our bond severed, with no further contact!"
