Fu Xiaotang staggered and almost fell onto the wheelchair, but Song Li quickly reached out to support her, glaring coldly at Liu Yi, “Liu Yi, don’t you realize yet?”
Liu Yi looked at Song Li, her eyes clearing up as if awakening from a dream, not knowing what she had just done or said. She looked around, finally stammering to Song Li, “Li, don’t even you believe me? I’ve been wronged, doesn’t even my godfather trust me anymore? I am your wife!”
Song Li looked back at Liu Yi expressionlessly, not saying a word. Fu Xiaotang struggled to stand on her own, but Song Li held her tightly, not allowing her to move even half a step. Fu Xiaotang whispered, “Let me go!” Song Li didn’t even glance at her, whispering three words into her ear, “I won’t.”
Liu Yi, standing closest to them, saw everything clearly and erupted in anger, “Tang Xiaofeng, you little wretch, how dare you touch my man, get away from him!” She raised her arm high, as if to slap Fu Xiaotang, but Song Li’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. Before he could act, Liu Yi’s hand was firmly grasped by someone else. Cheng Yu had somehow come onto the stage and stood in front of them, “Liu Yi, isn’t that enough?”
Liu Yi looked at the cold-eyed Cheng Yu, then at Fu Xiaotang, who was tightly protected in Song Li’s embrace, and glanced at Fang Junjie below the stage, who seemed to have everything under control. Since when had these three young, promising men, each a leader in their field, become so enchanted by this girl she had always despised? Liu Yi’s jealousy and resentment reached their peak, and she sneered coldly at Fang Junjie, “Master Junjie, have you seen how much they care for your little darling? You probably don’t know, but ever since Tang Xiaofeng was Song Li’s wife, they’ve been in a threesome. I can understand why you fell for her so quickly; a woman trained by both Song Li and Cheng Yu must have something special.”
