"Mi Hetong, that's enough!" Wen Xiuzhu snapped angrily, his face ashen. "Mi Hetong, have you forgotten your past offenses? At home, driven by jealousy that a maid was prettier than you, you splashed scalding hot coffee on her face, ruining her looks. Now, are you trying to pull the same stunt again?"
Upon hearing Wen Xiuzhu's words, Jian Shichu's face grew even uglier as he pulled Ye Qingci into his arms, burying her cheek in his chest and gently pat her back.
He was comforting Ye Qingci, but also himself.
Thinking back to how, had it not been for Ye Qingci's luck, that pot of boiling coffee might have splashed on her face, he was filled with dread.
He didn't care whether Ye Qingci was beautiful or ugly, what mattered her looks; how could he bear to see Ye Qingci suffer like that?
If Mi Hetong wasn't the future bride of the Wun Family.
If Mi Hetong hadn't received her just deserts, already punished, he really wanted to kick her to death!
