Now that Su Chen had so starkly laid bare her past, the long-forgotten, bloodied memories were once again spread out before her.
Others might scorn the Chen Wanru of that time, but she actually pitied the Chen Wanru from back then.
Chen Wanru stared at Su Chen with utter calmness; her voice was low and grave, as if suppressing some roiling emotions deep within her. Her bright red lips pressed into a line, then parted slightly, squeezing out a sentence, "So, young Master Su, what exactly do you want?"
"Chen Wanru, what exactly do I want? Even if I really did what you imply, what could you do about it?" Su Chen's words tangled like a tongue-twister. His lips opening and closing, his tone was full of disdain and sharpness, "Even if I made you my woman right now, what then? You would still be so grateful, looking up at me and saying, 'Thank you, young Master Su!'"
