But the scene he encountered was indeed a heartbreaking one.
In the enormous private room, completely empty, Jing Yiren struggled to crawl on the floor.
She didn't even have the strength to stand, weakly uttering the word "business" and calling for "help."
Seeing such a frail and helpless little woman, Lu Ming's eyes reddened instantly.
If he hadn't come tonight, if he hadn't seen all this, what would have become of Jing Yiren?
Such a proud and arrogant little woman, now reduced to this helplessness?
This past year, how many times had she been helpless and he wasn't by her side?
Lu Ming tenderly picked her up.
Perhaps realizing who was in front of her, the panic in Jing Yiren's eyes vanished, and she strained to speak, "Zheng... Peipei."
Jing Yiren would not miss any opportunity to retaliate against Zheng Peipei.
Even if Lu Ming liked Zheng Peipei, Jing Yiren was still nominally his wife; which man doesn't care about face, with others set on giving President Lu a cuckold?
