"You don't have a say in this," the Nan family matriarch said sharply to Qin Yin, "You say you love Chenchen, but what have you done for him? Refusing to carry his child, you aborted his baby; do you know how heartbroken he was? Who would accept such a daughter-in-law?"
"Grandma, it's not what you think, I really wasn't pregnant, I was framed," Qin Yin didn't know how to explain herself, she had no evidence, but she would never admit to having aborted a baby.
"Whether you were framed or not is irrelevant now, for you will have nothing to do with our Nan family," the old lady said coldly.
The servant brought tea to the old lady, who, holding the teacup, gazed coldly at Qin Yin, "You don't need to come here anymore, this isn't the place for you."
Qin Yin sat quietly across from the matriarch, her back straight, and said calmly, "I will not divorce Nan Sichen, and as long as I am his wife, I will fulfill my duties, and I will come when I need to."
