Wei Anning felt insulted. Holding the handle of her suitcase with one hand and pressing against his firm, burning chest with the other, she prevented him from getting any closer. Her eyes swelled with pain, but she couldn't cry.
"Leng Youchen, I won't let you insult the friendship between him and me."
Leng Youchen lowered his head, looked at her bloodshot eyes, and felt his heart soften slightly, "Wife, can we please stop fighting? I haven't been able to sleep these past two nights without you by my side."
Wei Anning glared at him furiously. How could he do this? One moment he was shaming her, the next he was speaking so tenderly?
"I'm not making a scene, Leng Youchen. Because I love you, I just can't tolerate your deceit and humiliation. We both need some time to really think about whether we want to continue on this path or not." After Wei Anning finished speaking, tears were already swirling in her eyes.
Just the thought of them breaking up made her helplessly upset first.
