"...Before I met you, I had to endure everything silently each time. Maybe she's gotten used to it." As she spoke, Lin Xiang's tears fell.
With her makeup smudged from crying, Yun Qinghang saw the marks on her face, "What's wrong with your face?"
Lin Xiang pretended to be uneasy and covered her face with her hand, turning away, "It's nothing, just got slapped a few times by Ji Yunhuan."
Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to blame everything on Auntie. Even if Yun Qinghang believed it, there's nothing he could do to a sick aunt. So, she cleverly shifted all the responsibility onto Ji Yunhuan, making it seem like she was behind everything.
Yun Qinghang turned Lin Xiang's body towards him and, upon seeing her face clearly, his anger flared up. He almost flipped the table in rage, "Is that woman truly insane? Does she think I'm dead? How dare she lay a finger on my woman?"
Lin Xiang stopped him, "Brother Yun, don't be angry. What am I to do if you get upset?"
