How could Shen Qiyu have imagined that Wen Yi wasn't intentionally playing him, but had actually been kidnapped?
And he had been outmaneuvered.
The puppet master behind all this was that woman.
The woman who was hell-bent on claiming the Shen family's fortune.
Holding Wen Yi and hearing her sorrowful cries by his ear, his heart felt like it was being torn apart by something.
Miao Yu, he would definitely make her pay dearly, ensure that she was completely cut off from her father, from the Shen family.
He also held Wen Yi tightly, as though he could still feel her trembling body. He loathed himself, why hadn't he been more cautious?
If something had truly happened to Wen Yi, how could he ever forgive himself?
The two clung to each other for a long time, neither willing to let go, as if missing this moment would mean they could never be together again.
Outside the room, two figures stood silently before they too stepped away, quietly leaving.
