Madam Bao's body slammed into the corner of the table.
The sharp pain was real.
She was dressed in splendid clothes, exquisitely dolled up.
Yet devoid of dignity.
Her husband grabbed her hair and yanked it with brute force.
She fell heavily into the sofa.
"Mingyuan." Qi Meiyu covered her face, voice trembling, "What did I do wrong?"
A stack of papers was thrown onto her face.
She hurriedly looked through them.
For a moment, her beauty drained away as she hastily explained, "Is this Su Ruanruan sowing discord? This is a frame-up! I didn't do any of these things, Bao Jingse's illness has nothing to do with me, I can swear to it."
"Do vows matter? Then why do we have laws?"
Bao Mingyuan supported the back of her head.
Her features were delicate.
And even more beautiful than when she was young.
The wealth of the Bao Family had turned her into a lady of high society.
