Huang Ying, that woman he had always regarded as a perfect goddess, had always been the symbol of purity and flawlessness in his heart.
But now, Xu Wendong was telling him that Huang Ying might be lying on Lin Feng's bed at this very moment—how was he supposed to accept that?
It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing into his heart; that kind of pain and despair almost made him suffocate.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Xu Wendong's mouth, his face full of scorn.
"I said you're a guy wearing a green hat, and you really don't get it, huh?"
"A woman like Huang Ying, if she were some virtuous wife, would I have divorced her?"
"Why did she break off the engagement with me? Isn't it just because she wants to marry Lin Feng?"
"Think about it. You work your ass off for her like an idiot. Not only will she never thank you, she'll probably lie in Lin Feng's bed and laugh at you, this pathetic bootlicker."
