The house suddenly turned into chaos, and all that could be heard was Tu Meijiao cursing, "She actually drank my two bottles of red wine that I had treasured for years. It's karma; she drank herself into a stomach bleed. She might as well drink herself to death. Why should we care?"
Lu Beiyao's expression turned fierce, and Lu Xinguo tugged at his wife's arm, "Stop talking!"
"What's wrong with what I said? The Li Family didn't even want such a money-draining woman; I don't know why we married her! If she wants a divorce, let her have it. She's so ungrateful! She has made everything known to the public, throwing away all our dignity!" Tu Meijiao was relentless.
Lu Beiyao held the dying woman in his arms and suddenly roared, "Mom, please shut up! Let me tell you, I will never divorce her! Whether you like it or not, in this lifetime, Li Siru is the only one who can be my wife!"
"You!" Tu Meijiao pointed at her son, "Don't you hate her to the core?"
