Song Li’s face turned pale, but he smiled as usual, his tone light yet firm, “I don’t care what she says, in this life, aside from Tang Xiaofu, there will be no other wife.” Liu Yi stood up in anger, tears welling up, giving Song Li a resentful look before covering her face and running off. Zhang Rong looked at Song Li thoughtfully, then gave a slight sneer, “Why bother now if you knew this would happen? Since Miss Tang no longer loves you, I can’t let you hurt my daughter again.” His face darkened as he said, “Song Li, let me tell you, this world doesn’t revolve around your whims. When you had her, you didn’t cherish her, and now you want her back? You can’t just do as you please. I’ll give you a week to sort things out with my Yi Yi, or I’ll make sure Song pays the price.” Zhang Rong naturally exuded an imposing aura, and now, with his sharp edge exposed, it was like a sword drawn from its sheath, the malevolent air was palpable. Yet, Song Li looked at Zhang Rong without fear, softly saying, “Then I’ll wait for your move.” Zhang Rong didn’t get angry but instead smiled and nodded, “Very well, Song Li, if it weren’t for these matters, I’d actually admire your courage.” Then he turned to look at Fang Junjie, said no more, and walked away.
Fang Junjie also stood up, whispering something to Fu Xiaotang. Ji Shan beside him laughed, “Rest assured, Young Master Fang, I’ll take Tang Tang home.”
Volume Two: The Dancer, Chapter Seventy-Two: Truth or Deception
