She pointed her finger at Ming Ge.
Her face was ashen, as if she couldn't possibly accept this thought.
When she spoke the word "warning," her voice even quivered.
Gong Yeyan calmly gazed at Madam Gong, his thin lips parted, and he spoke solemnly, word by word: "The woman you mentioned is my wife, the future mother of my children."
That gaze, so composed that it made Madam Gong's heart tremble, convinced her that he was not joking.
Her lips quivered as she asked, "And what about the Han Family girl I arranged for you?"
Ming Ge instinctively sensed that the "Han Family girl" Madam Gong referred to was no ordinary person. She furrowed her brows, remembering how Madam Gong had previously hinted at arranging a young lady from an esteemed family for Gong Yeyan. At the time, she assumed it was just a tactic meant to discourage her. But now, she realized it was indeed true.
Still, what did it matter?
This man belonged to her.
