The sound of the slap cracked through the sitting room like thunder, sharp enough to still even the faint murmur of voices from the forgotten laptop.
Fang Lin gasped softly, clutching the tray tighter against her chest, her friend had the guts to slap her Uncle? Jin Zhou's jaw clenched, but he did not move, waiting for his master's reaction.
Jin Shuren did not flinch. His head only turned slightly from the force, but when his gaze returned to Yueyao, there was no anger, no reproach, only a quiet sorrow that settled deep in his eyes.
Her hand trembled where it had struck him, her breath shallow and uneven. "How… how could you say such a thing to me? Are you mocking me? You do know very well I have never loved or liked that man, how can I even marry him! Jin Shuren, if you don't love me, you can tell me but don't push me to another man, he is the one who has been seducing me, seee... I have changed my ways!"
