Dong Huiying sighed, "I guess it's my fault too. After all, one thing after another kept me out of the house so often that I ended up neglecting this matter."
"Third Master, your family business is vast, and you've turned yourself into a workaholic. Rest assured, as your wife, I can understand it and won't hold it against you. After all, what's the role of the wife? No matter how important the wife is, she can't be more important than your business. Third Master, isn't that right?"
Shujun choked a bit, his eyes slightly reddening, as if wounded by his wife's remarks, which seemed like a mix of irony and ridicule.
He pressed his thin red lips together, his shoulders slumped, and he tentatively asked in a soft voice, "Are you really angry?"
It was as if he was desperately trying to suppress the emotions in his eyes, even causing a hazy mist to gather in them.
Dong Huiying felt a bit guilty, wondering if she had gone too far? Yet, she steeled her heart.
