Wei Anning's eyes reddened instantly, tears surged, and her heart felt like it was being wrenched by an invisible pair of hands, causing her so much pain she could hardly stand. She looked at him through tear-blurred eyes, "You've admitted it, you've finally admitted it."
Seeing her cry, Leng Youchen panicked for a moment. He wheeled his chair over, "Wife, please don't cry, I know I'm a bastard, at the time I didn't know what demon had possessed me..."
"Don't speak anymore." Wei Anning immediately covered her ears, she didn't want to hear the details, didn't want to hear how he had relations with Wei Anjing, she crouched down, her heart spasming with pain, "I don't want to hear it."
Tears streamed down fiercely, falling faster and faster.
Originally, she hadn't believed Wei Anjing's words, but now that Leng Youchen had admitted it himself, she simply couldn't accept it, "Why, why did you touch her?"
