Demilla slowly lifted her gaze, flashing a face full of marital bliss at Jing Yiren, but when her eyes caught the smile on Yue Feng's face, it froze. She lowered her eyes to conceal her emotions.
Yue Feng's deep eyes remained fixed on Demilla, a faint, ambiguous smile curling at his lips.
"But after all these years, I don't hate her anymore. She's happy now, married to that penniless guy she loves. If it weren't for the alimony I gave her after the divorce, they probably would've starved to death."
At the mention of this, a trace of hatred flickered in Demilla's eyes, her face turning exceptionally ugly.
Even Lowe noticed the anger in Demilla.
With a cheerful laugh, he said, "Alright! Let's not talk about her anymore. My wife will get jealous. She's such a little vinegar jar."
Lovingly, Lowe pinched Demilla's nose.
"Mr. Lowe is indeed very doting towards Princess Demilla," Yue Feng said with layered meaning.
