Ning Yuchen looked to Huang Tong for help once more, but all he got in response was a shake of the head.
"But I already have a wife and children. I'm afraid I would be doing this madam an injustice." He made sure to enunciate the words "this madam" with extra force.
Since he was working with Huang Tong, he knew full well that the plan had been to push this young widow onto Ancient Wen Heng.
Motivated by a desire to watch the drama unfold, as well as an unspoken thirst for revenge, he had played along with the charade.
What he couldn't figure out was how, after he entered that room, he had become the one caught in the trap.
"My sister may be a widow, and she is still in her mourning period, but if word of this gets out, she'll have no way to go on." Xiao Shi Yu clutched her handkerchief tightly. It was the first time she had to speak up before so many elders, but she braced herself, determined to settle the matter.
