"What does she know? How can she speak those words so innocently? How can she so easily erase all traces of his once-courageous and bashful confession?
Of course, she never took him seriously, so why would she care about his confession? Only he was foolishly anticipating something, then faced with despair.
Shi Che laughed coldly, raised his hand, and swept an antique vase off to the side, which crashed with a sharp sound, causing Ling Chuxia to shiver violently.
Shi Che stepped forward again, seized Ling Chuxia by the collar with both hands, and yanked her up vehemently. He glared at her fiercely, sneering over and over, "You say you're my wife, huh, have you, Ling Chuxia, ever considered yourself my wife? Have you?"
Those last three words, he roared at her, with despair and fury filling his heart. His neck veins bulged with each shout, his hands clenched so tightly they shook.
