I recalled the humiliating scene when he caught me secretly painting for the Eastern Palace. Finally, I could hold my head high! The situation was now completely reversed, with me interrogating him.
My grudge was no less than that of Yuan Xiang. Suppressed by An Grey Wolf daily, I immediately seized this rare opportunity to counterattack.
“Just tell me what despicable things you did back then?” I asked, glancing at his face.
He narrowed his eyes; his dark pupils looked intimidating. Just a sweep of his gaze made my heart skip, urging me to lean closer.
Xiao Yao, you’re too spineless! This was the best opportunity to fight for wife’s rights… absolutely not to be missed. The spirit of my mother, mother-in-law, and all the female heroes who had tamed their husbands united with my soul.
I struggled to maintain my composure, my lips almost trembling, cold sweat climbing my back. An Jin probably misunderstood, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at me with a complex gaze. “A Yao…”
I turned away, avoiding his gaze. An Jin suddenly grasped my fingers, his usually warm hand now cold. I halfheartedly tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“A Yao, look at me.”
I insisted on not turning my face. I couldn’t look at him; his eyes seemed to hold a demonic spell.
He sighed. “You won’t even look at me?” The sadness in his voice scratched at my heart. Weakly, I turned back, masking my timidity with anger, glaring at his face.
His expression was sorrowful, making me uncomfortable. I had seen Yan Huo look sad too; why was I unmoved then, but not now facing An Jin?
“Yes, everything was my doing,” he said. “Not just Yan Huo, but also Duan Chang, the young master from the Lin family, and the young master from the Sugar Cake family…”
I nearly slid off the chair. What had he done to Duan Chang? I never expected that my rare attempt to intimidate would reveal these shocking secrets. No wonder my romantic encounters were always so difficult; there was this beast behind the scenes cutting off each blossom.
